Chapter 291
(Victoria’s POV)
I retrieved my Identity Amulet from Evelyn Winters‘ grasp, my fingers trembling slightly as I secured it back around my neck. The old she–wolf lay broken at the bottom of the stairwell, her breathing shallow and irregular.
Perfect.
My wolf stirred beneath my skin with dark satisfaction. Soon, Evelyn Winters would be dead, and the evidence linking me to her
“accident” would die with her.
1 glanced at my watch. Five minutes had passed since her fall. I needed to wait just a bit longer to ensure she wouldn’t survive to
tell anyone what had happened between us.
The amulet felt warm against my skin, a reminder of everything I’d built my life upon. If Evelyn had managed to tell Olivia about
finding Ethan’s ancestral token in my possession, all my carefully constructed lies would unravel.
Footsteps echoed in the stairwell above me. Someone was coming
I quickly arranged my features into an expression of distress, my eyes widening with practiced panic as I gripped the handles of my wheelchair.
dout “Help!” I cried out, my voice breaking with perfectly feigned emotion. “Someone please help! There’s been a terrible accident!”
Two Beta wolves from the medical staff appeared at the top of the stairs, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm as
they spotted Evelyn’s crumpled form.
“She fell!” I exclaimed, pressing a trembling hand to my mouth. “I tried to catch her, but I couldn’t reach her from my
wheelchair!”
The Betas rushed down the stairs, one immediately checking Evelyn’s pulse while the other helped me back into my Raven-
Trimmed Wheelchair.
“What happened?” the female Beta asked, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
I let tears fill my eyes, my wolf projecting distress pheromones that masked my satisfaction. “I was just trying to make peace
with her. For Olivia’s sake.”
The male Beta was already calling for emergency assistance on his radio. “We need a trauma team to the east stairwell immediately! Elderly female, severe fall injuries!”
More footsteps thundered down the stairs as medical staff responded to the call. Among them was a familiar scent that made my
wolf tense beneath my skin.
Ethan
(Ethan’s POV)
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I had come to the medical den to check on Evelyn’s condition when the emergency call echoed through the building. Following
the scent of blood and fear, I found myself in the east stairwell, staring down at Olivia’s mother’s broken body.
And Victoria, somehow at the scene.
“What happened here?” I demanded, my Alpha voice reverberating through the stairwell.
Victoria’s eyes widened, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “Ethan! Thank the Moon Goddess you’re here!”
She reached for me, her hands trembling. “Please call Dr. Fletcher immediately! It’s terrible… she fell so suddenly!”
I pulled out my phone, dialing the senior healer’s direct line while keeping my eyes fixed on Victoria. Something about this situation felt wrong.
“Dr. Fletcher, emergency in the east stairwell. Evelyn Winters. Critical condition,” I said tersely before hanging up.
The medical team was already working to stabilize Evelyn, their movements efficient despite the cramped space. Her pulse was weak, her breathing labored.
I turned back to Victoria, my amber eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What are you doing in this part of the medical den? Your
room is on the opposite wing.”
Victoria lowered her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the wheels of her chair. “I wanted to speak with Evelyn privately. To
apologize.”
“Apologize?” I repeated, my wolf growling beneath my skin. Victoria had never shown any interest in reconciliation before.
She nodded, her expression earnest. “I thought perhaps she could help mediate between Olivia and me. I just wanted peace
between us all.”
The scent of deception clung to her like a second skin, but before I could press further, Dr. Harrison Fletcher arrived, his face grim as he assessed Evelyn’s injuries.
“We need to get her to surgery immediately,” he ordered, his experienced hands already checking her vital signs. “Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, possible head trauma.”
The medical team carefully transferred Evelyn onto a stretcher, mindful of her fragile condition.
“Will she survive?” I asked quietly.
Dr. Fletcher’s expression was grave. “It’s too soon to tell. Her age works against her–her wolf’s healing abilities aren’t what they
once were.
As they carried Evelyn away, I turned back to Victoria, my instincts screaming that something wasn’t right. But before I could question her further, a familiar scent hit me.
Olivia had arrived
