Chapter 15
I followed Ronan into the room-||
Only to see total Chaos.||
The once pristine recovery sale now looked like it had been ravaged by wild beasts.
Porcelain vases shattered, frust scattered everywhere||
And the old madam–seventy something years old–was standing barefoot on top of the bedside tabde
Her long white hair hung in disarray.|||
Her eyes were blank, and her fare twisted with msiness.|||
Wielding a pair of sharp surgical scissors, she thirmheid wildly at the air, screaining:||
“Get away! Don’t come near mer[]
Get outtr]||
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Her voice was sharp–like the strangled howl of a wolf:[]
Ronan’s face darkened
She’d had episodes before.
But never like this]
Nearby, a senior he
BOLD
senior healing practioner looked completely helpless |
He stepped forward and whispered urgently:]
“Alpha, we’ve detected a shadow anomaly in her brain]
It may be a neural tumor pressing on her center–possibly inducing hallucinations.||
We recommend immediate surgery.
“You’re guessingi
man a look that could kill.[]
Runan turned and gave the n
The air crackled with menure
A violent, malevolent aura thickened-|
One I instantly recognized.||
Cursed energy
Not just illness.[]
This was dark, andent magic-||
mixture of savagery and Old Moon Ritual sorcery
Without turning. I dropped my cloth bag and began pulling out tools ||
“Leeryone out,” I sai
-Shut the door behind you.”
The medical team exchanged uncertain glances]]
All eyes d
drifting toward Roman
And just then-
The old madam threw back her head and howled
Her feet left the table.]]
Her entire body
lifted into the
-0
Suspended as if by invisible strings.[
Gps filled the room.||
Even Ronan, who always sneered at anything supernatural||
Visibly tensed
“If you don’t want her to die,” I said coldly.
“Then get out.”
The force in my voice stunned everyone into stillness.
Ronan finally gave a sharp wave of his hand
“Clear the room.
Immediately, the medics and guards filed out.||
“You have ten minutes,” he said, then turned and shut the door with a hard click.
Now it was just me.
The old madam ||
And the foul, lingering presence of the Old Moon Curse
Outside. Beta assistant Kane arrived in a rush, holding a document file
“Alpna,” he said in a low voice, this is the background dossier on Lyra Stone”
Roman took it, flipping through rapidly.
Stone Family-
Once a well–known porcelain merchant clan in the Royal Pack
Two decades ago, they were wealthy, assess in the millions
But the night Lyra was born, her paternal and maternal grandparents all died simultaneously.
Her mother suffered a mental breakdown, and the family declined swiftly afterward
At age three, Lyra was sent to the Northern Ridge Moon Tribe’s hidden sect and vanished]
“She only returned to the Royal Pack seven days ago,” Kane continued nervously:
“And
“And the night before that.. her parents died in a car crash.
The deeper Kane read, the colder his spine grew]
“Alpha, this woman brings death wherever she goes.
she’s targeting you.”
Ronan’s eyes flicked up:||
You think she can snap my fate line?–||
Kane looked unrundortalde
“Alpha… in our kind, we’ve always respected moon signs and omens
Better safe than sorry.“]]
Before he could finish, the recovery room door creaked open []
1 stepped out
My face mask removed
The thick gray makeup I’d used to conceal my identity had started to mett||
Smearing across my face[]
Making my lips look even more bloodless
“stacan is fine now,” I said simply []
“I’m going to wash my face. “||
I turned and headed toward the washroom,||
My steps light and hollow like a shadow drifting arross the ground]
still steady still trying not to show weaktion ||
Ronan frowned slightly.|||
He looked away, stepped into the room to check on his grandmother.||
inside, the old madam was lying quietly in br
The crazed look from earlier was gone.[]
Color had returned in her cheeks. ||
Ronan approached, checking her wrist.||
Her pulse was steady-
Her wolf aura had stabilized ||
He blinked
She rally was fine
Ronan
The old madam opened her eyes, confused.
“What what just happened to me?”
She dearly remembered nothing[]
Ronan’s voice dropped]
Nothing. Just rest. 111 have the header check on you in a bit.
His gaze drifted downward
On the floor near the bed was a fruit knife–i tip sll wet with blood
But his grandmother had not a single scrat
Which meant
That blood wain’t hers
