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Cute" Hyce smiled, flaunting his chin dimple before finally driving off. * GUEVARA HOSPITALS* "Pearl! Pearl!! Pearl!!!" Rebekah kept shouting hopefully as she ran into the hospital with Roonie who's still carrying Pearl's body in his arms. She's not moving at all, and it's worse cos her heartbeats are so slow and faint. They'd have gone to the school clinic, but according to Roonie, he doesn't trust them enough.

“Right now you must call in the best healers to help the Alpha with concoctions to counteract the bond splitting.” The doctor left, and a group of healers came to check on me. Clare was restless, Nick was trying to remain calm, while Eugene was very concerned. The healers concluded the same as the doctor. “We should order a body repair concoction from the eastern healers,” said Gera, the lead healer. “Are you so useless that you can't make a simple concoction yourselves?” questioned Clare, and Eugene grunted. “We are not incompetent,” said Gera. "We have lost the lead healer, and no teachers have arrived at the sanctuary yet. The one person who could make such a powerful concoction can't."

And then she was gone. The rage that had ignited in him that day still smoldered, lingering in the dark recesses of his heart. He’d vowed vengeance upon all healers that day, eradicating them so none could ever wield the power they’d denied his mate. And now, here was evidence that one had survived. Maxwell’s voice cut through his reverie. “The healer wolf, my Lord, appears to have lost her connection to her wolf spirit, leaving her far more vulnerable and… more human,” he continued, measuring his words.

"The one at the central medical center. I have always been in contact with him." The Guard checked his records. "The primary healer for your younger daughter at the central medical center is Healer Rourke. His signature is on this evaluation report. The healer listed in your older daughter Nova's file is Elder Morwen. What is the name of the healer you have been in contact with?"

He fell into step beside me without being asked, his quiet presence strangely reassuring as we left the library. We walked quickly through the corridor lined with security cameras and digital displays showing pack alerts. By the time we reached the main healers’ quarters, my palms were sweating. Ms. Darkmoon stood in the center of the room like she had been waiting for me specifically. Her arms were crossed over her chest, one eyebrow arched in that familiar expression of contempt. The male healer slipped quietly to his seat near a workstation with multiple monitors without a word, as though we had not walked in together.

I didn’t think it was a weapon. Not an apology. Not a defense. A transaction stated to my face while his hands told me something different. I hated him for it. I also couldn’t step back. Three feet of November air between us and it felt like standing next to a furnace. The warmth was pulling at me with both hands and I was losing the argument about whether to let it. But underneath the hate, my healer’s mind was already working. The tremor. The iron. Whatever was killing him was the same kind of poison that killed his father. The same kind my mother spent her last days studying.

His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Finally, Jordan whispered, “I don't know how to hope without preparing myself for the worst.” I kissed his forehead. Lorenzo took his hand. Neither of us promised him everything would be fine. I had begun to understand that sometimes promises were only another way to hide fear. So we stayed. Reef's voice eventually came from the strategy room as he called, “You need to see this.” We returned and found four healer files spread across the table. “Four matches,” Reef explained. “Three are useless. One wolf had an infection, another was poisoned, and the third has a documented heart condition.”

She had been in enough crisis situations to understand the gap between what you planned for and what you found, and she planned for the gap. The healer team assignments went through three iterations before she was satisfied. The first version was too centralized—too much moving toward a single collection point that would be overwhelmed. The second version was too distributed—practitioners too isolated to support each other when the worst cases arrived. The third version was right. She had Pei and Lira and Torren review it. Each of them found one thing she had missed and none of them found the same thing, which was its own kind of proof that the review process was working.