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The warriors were quick to grab her to stop her from approaching the boy. “What is this about?” Arnold asked with his brows creased with worry. “I received news from the pups camp that one of the young pups was sick and he’s been under my care since yesterday. He’s not responding to treatment and we still can’t find out what caused the sickness” Ruby explained. “The worst part of it is that there are 5 more infected at the camp yet they have no idea what caused it” Morpheus added. The whispering was soon increased to loud noises as they discuss among themselves.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

I asked, with concern. Carolina stopped covering the wound but started scratching the rest of the skin on her arm. She looked itchy. Damn it! The cat was infected with that damn itch-inducing virus! It had scratched Carolina, so Carolina... I immediately opened the drawer to find the anti-itch ointment I had developed and handed it to Carolina. "Don't scratch your skin! This ointment will stop the itching!" Carolina nodded her head with tears in her eyes. She took my ointment but didn't dare to touch me. She was afraid of infecting me.

He was definitely not in the mood to be boastful that he had been right. I looked back at the ragged Warrior, remembering something he had said. “You mentioned that there were other Reignile Warriors with you?” “Yes, Your Highness. They are still at the Rogue camp. Only I had the grace of escaping on time before…” He trailed off. “Before what?” “Before I was infected.” “They do it on our warriors too?” I asked, already so horrified that my joints felt stiff.

A heavy silence filled the entire pack as the strange illness spread like wildfire across all families. Wolves of all ranks were falling sick. Even the strong warriors, elderly council members, down to the young pups were all affected. The healers were overwhelmed, their herbs and treatments barely making a difference. The scent of sickness filled everywhere, mixing with the ever-growing tension that already existed in the pack’s palace due to the ascension issue.

The infection feels wrong, spreads too fast. "Clear the room!" Alaric's voice carries Alpha command. I start to protest - I need the other healers - but then I feel it. We need more than just healing. His power floods the room as he kneels beside me. "Tell me what to do." These wounds are different from anything we've encountered. Not just physical damage, but something that attacks the very essence of what makes a wolf. I watch in horror as one warrior's partial shift gets stuck, his body caught between forms as the corruption spreads.

Was there a natural hazard up ahead, or had her ex returned to Watertight in search of her? Apparently not. Those were pack members halting their progress and they didn’t seem friendly, quite the opposite. What was going on? That was what Alpha Liam wanted to know. It was his Beta who asked the question. “There’s been an outbreak of some kind. A fever,” one warrior said. “Alpha Simon wanted me to warn you to stay away in case it’s contagious.” She didn’t buy that for one second. Neither did Jack. “What about protective clothing?” The border guards exchanged glances.

I look over and see Katerina with the Palmetto warriors appear, walking towards us. “Kat, I thank you for your help along with your warriors.” “Derek apologizes for not coming himself.” “No worries Kat, I appreciate the help he was able to send. My warriors are ready” “These are the best warriors we have and they have faced against Alastor’s army before with what had happened at the flock territory,” says Katerina. “Well then I would like my warriors and yours to get together to give us a better idea of what we are up against.”

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

Desiree shifted on the couch. “What’s going on?” Warren asked. I looked down at Milo, then up at her—the only other person who’d been home. The one who wanted the cat gone since day one. “What the hell did you do to my cat!?” I snapped, my voice sharp with panic. Desiree tilted her head with feigned confusion. “Me? Why would I hurt your cat?” Warren stepped closer, alarmed. “What happened to him?” “He’s coughing up blood, Warren!” I shouted, barely able to hold back the tears. “The only person who’d ever hurt him—is her!”