Chapter 328
(Olivia’s POV)
I raced through the sterile corridors of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, my heart hammering against my ribs. The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils, bringing back painful memories of Lily’s final days. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, sensing danger to someone I loved.
James. My oldest friend. The only one who had stood by me through everything.
I rounded the corner and spotted Mason Price leaning against the wall. His usually confident posture was slumped, a cigarette. box clutched in his hand. His wolf’s distress pheromones hit me before I even reached him.
“Is James okay?” My voice cracked with fear. “Please tell me he’s alright.”
Mason’s shoulders sagged as he met my gaze. “He’s not in mortal danger, but his wrist… it’s badly injured. The healer says that hand is ruined.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered backward, my legs nearly giving out beneath me.
“No,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Not his hand. Not his racing hand.”
I knew what this meant. James had trained for years for the motorcycle championship. It was his chance to prove himself as more than just a rogue wolf. His dream–shattered in an instant.
Mason reached out to steady me. “I
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I leaned against the wall, trying to compose myself. James needed me to be strong now. I couldn’t fall apart when he w who had lost everything.
After wiping away my tears, I approached his healing chamber. Through the glass panel in the door, I could see his back turned to me. His broad shoulders, usually held with such confidence, were now hunched and defeated
I was about to enter when I noticed his shoulders shaking slightly. He was crying–silently, privately. The sight broke my heart all over again.
I stood outside, tears streaming down my face as I watched my friend grieve alone. We were separated by just a door, yet sharing the same despair.
April Daniels, one of the medical den nurses, approached with a fresh healing crystal infusion, I quickly stepped aside as she entered the room.
James hurriedly wiped his face, but in doing so, he accidentally moved his injured hand. A sharp wince crossed his features.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pushed through the door and rushed to his side, gently but firmly pressing my hand on his shoulder to keep him still.
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“Don’t move,” 1 commanded softly, my wolf rising protectively,
James quickly buried his face in the pillow, drying the last of his tears before turning to me with his trademark charming smile.
“It’s nothing. I just forgot my hand was injured,” he said lightly, but I could see the pain behind his hazel eyes
April smiled as she adjusted his IV. “You have a great attitude, Mr. Knight. That will help with your recovery.”
James winked at her flirtatiously. “Well, I can’t disappoint my beautiful nurse, can I?”
After April left, we were alone. James maintained his casual facade.
“Why do you look like someone died?” he asked, his voice deliberately light. “It’s just a hand–it won’t affect my life. Don’t act like the moon is falling.”
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to spare me more pain, knowing how much I’d already suffered with Lily’s death and my mother’s condition.
I forced myself to play along, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Of course, you’re the strongest! Nothing can knock you down, Jay!”
The false cheerfulness in my voice sounded hollow even to my own ears, but I had to try–for him.
Mason returned a few minutes later with two officers from the Shadow Creek Police Precinct. I recognized Officer Daniel Brooks and Officer Benjamin Trent
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“Mr. Knight,” Officer Brooks began, “if you’re feeling up to it,
need to take your statement about the accident.”
James nodded, his face suddenly serious. “I’m fine. What do you need to know?”
Officer Brooks pulled out a small notepad. “We’ve reviewed security footage from a camera across the street. The driver, Trevor Miles, wasn’t drunk when he hit you. He started drinking only after spotting you, and the collision appears deliberate.”
My blood ran cold. This wasn’t an accident.
“Are you saying someone targeted James?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Officer Trent nodded grimly. “Miles claims it was just an accident with no personal grudge, but the evidence suggests otherwise.” “We’ll continue investigating until we find who’s behind this,” Officer Brooks assured us. “Someone paid Miles to do this, and we’ll find out who.”
James thanked them quietly, his hazel eyes darkening as the implications sank in
After the officers left, a heavy silence filled the healing chamber. My mind raced with terrible suspicions. The timing was too perfect to be coincidental.
Emma Frost was in critical condition. James had refused to donate his kidney. And now, suddenly, his racing hand was permanently damaged.
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My wolf snarled beneath my skin as the pieces fell into place. In Ethan’s eyes, only Emma’s life mattered. Lily could die. James could be crippled. As long as precious Emma survived, any sacrifice was acceptable.
Rage boiled inside me, hot and consuming. My hands trembled with it.
“Please look after James,” I said tightly to Mason as I prepared to leave.
My wolf was driving me forward now, demanding justice. I stormed through the medical den, following the scent of pack attention to find Emma’s healing chamber.
It wasn’t difficult–Victoria had made sure everyone knew where her precious daughter was staying
I paused at the doorway, my wolf going completely still at the sight before me.
Ethan was sitting on Emma’s bed, gently coaxing her to eat. He held the young pup tenderly in his arms, his amber eyes soft with genuine affection.
“Just a little more, princess,” he murmured, his voice gentle in a way I’d never heard him speak to Lily.
Something snapped inside me. My wolf howled with rage, demanding retribution for both my daughter and my friend.
I kicked the door open with werewolf strength. The wood splintered around the hinges as I marched inside.
With one powerful movement, I flipped over the medical tray by the bed. The scalding venison broth spilled toward both Ethan and Emma, my wolf’s instincts driving me to lash out at those who had caused so much pain.
