What Happens To Quinn In White Lotus Novels & Stories

Ronan struggled to sit up. "Luna... she's in the Hall of Remembrance," Marcus said softly. "The funeral is tomorrow. It's our tradition." Ronan broke. "No... She can't be dead... She's waiting for me to save her..." "Alpha, I'm so sorry." Marcus held out a blood-stained white shawl. "Luna left this behind." It was Cressida's. Her blood was on it from where she'd cut her wrist. Ronan took it with a trembling hand and pressed it to his face.

Moments later, some men arrived with Lucas and Liam, and in no time Lincoln came too. They all later left, carrying the rogues and the dead men. Quinn sat down with a sullen face. As everything that had happened flooded into her mind. *** After Quinn entered the hut that had become her room, she couldn’t sleep as a lot worried her. One of the rogues almost fought Zayne and they appeared so angry. “What would happen henceforth?” She kept asking herself, but there was no answer. The next day, the rogues all acted as though she and Zayne didn’t exist as they perched on the third hut, obviously not wanting to associate themselves with Zayne and herself.

“You’ll know in the future.” Quinn smiled and then looked at the company that she had sacrificed her blood and sweat for. ‘Goodbye, Blizzard Group!’ she said inwardly. ‘I’m going to meet someone very important to me and even die with him!’ Soon, Quinn decisively turned and walked toward the underground parking lot. When she was about to open the car door, someone suddenly approached from behind and covered her mouth with a cloth soaked in a sedative. “You…” Quinn's expression changed, and she wanted to scream. However, she felt a wave of dizziness and fell unconscious.

“Being Luna has some perks; the guys have fast tracked it for us.” Asher left to go to the packhouse and question the staff over who made the food. I sent Asher because until we knew if it was indeed poison, I didn't want to tip anyone off, and Asher is the least intimidating and has the ability to charm the birds from the trees. Quinn woke up an hour or so later. Her face flitting from confusion at being in the hospital to happiness when she saw me Summer and Megan around her bed. “Am I dying?” she asked.

Jaxson’s POV As the necklace slipped from Quinn’s hand onto the bed, her body began to glow, as a brilliant white light filled the room. “Exquisite.” Came from the pack doctor, as my eyes remained on Quinn, taking in what had to be the most magical sight I have ever seen. Quinn’s body was in transition, but it was unlike any first shift I had ever seen before. Her screams were no more, and I was thankful that she was no longer in pain, as it was clear she had stopped fighting the shift from happening.

"If you know so much about the Lunar Healing Order, why don't you step up and fix her?" "Fine! Let us see you fail, smart guy!" Liam snaps, stepping back. "Watch closely," I say, and with fast wolf speed, I punch five magic pressure points along Sydney’s spine. "Look at that!" a nurse screams as the fresh red blood from Lydia flows perfectly into the pup, while the nasty black poison drains out of the other wrist into the dirt. "The balance is beautiful!" "Her face is turning pink again!" another wolf shouts. "The death scent is going away!"

“City Hall is just across the street. It shouldn’t take you long.” Then she turned to me with a practiced smile. “You’re absolutely right, Ella. I want every connection between you and David severed, so we can focus entirely on starting our lives together.” David took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, now filled with critical eyes. “So, are there any other questions?” he asked, attempting a casual tone. A stern-looking older Alpha with dark eyes stepped forward. “Can we assume Lunar Lake will be responsible for the debts incurred by the Gray River pack?”

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

Still, he shouted hoarsely, “Goddammit… I’ll ask one more time. Raina Carrington—where is she?!” Even though he said that, he still released Quinn. Quinn collapsed back to the ground. Callum quickly let go of Reid and helped lift Quinn up from the ground. “Sorry, my friend’s just too anxious. I apologize on his behalf. May I ask—have you seen a man and a woman, the man is blind…” Quinn coughed harshly a few times, wiped the blood from his lips with effort, and rasped, “I’ve seen them.” Callum and Reid exchanged a glance. Callum quickly asked, “Then they…”

It’s almost as if something is whispering in my mind, telling me to kill them all. Once they're all dead I look for Xavier but he seems to be hiding behind the crowd. I have eye contact with him but before I move I feel a cold liquid around my feet. I look down and see that everyone surrounding the guillotine is dead and their blood is dripping like water. But that’s not what made me look down. It was the fact that my legs l felt weird and as I look at them now, I don’t see feet. I see two white hairy paws. I blink and look back up. Everyone is gawking at me. Staring at me wide eyed like I’m some type of ghost. I don’t know whether it’s because of the way I just ravished these men or because