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"Mrs. Stone," | tried again. "Are you hurt?"

She finally looked at me, her eyes focusing slightly. "He let Lily die," she whispered. "He chose

Emma over our daughter."

Before | could respond, the medical team burst through the door. Dr. Harold Bennett led the

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team, his experienced eyes quickly assessing the situation.

"Get him stabilized for transport," Dr. Bennett ordered his team. "The silver is preventing

healing. We need to flush the wound immediately."

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As they worked on Alpha Ethan, | noticed his eyes flutter open. Despite his weakened state,

his voice carried the unmistakable command of an Alpha.

"Maxwell," he rasped. "Don't call the Enforcers."

Dr. Bennett looked up sharply. "Alpha, this is an attempted murder"

"No," Ethan interrupted, his voice weak but firm. "Olivia is innocent. This stays within the pack.

Absolute secrecy."

The medical team exchanged glances but knew better than to question a direct order from

their Alpha.

"Maxwell," Ethan continued, his voice fading as the sedatives took effect. "Call Lucas

Blackwood. Tell him to take care of Olivia."

His eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness, leavingwith the impossible task of explaining this

situation to one of the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory.

| looked at Mrs. Stone, still sitting in shock with blood drying on her hands, and wondered what could have

possibly happened to bring them to this point.

(Victoria's POV)

The moment Olivia pushed me, | knew | was in trouble. My designer heels were completely unsuited for the

uneven cemetery ground, and | felt myself losing balance.

"You b**¥*h!" | screamed, arms flailing as | tried to regain my footing.

In my panic, my foot connected with the stupid urn I'd been taunting her with. The cracked container rolled

toward the edge of the rocky outcrop, and to my horror, | followed it.

The ground disappeared beneath me, and for one terrifying moment, | was falling through open air. My stomach

lurched as gravity pulleddown.

By smiracle, my hand caught a protruding tree branch growing from the side of the outcrop. The sudden

stop nearly dislocated my shoulder, but | clung to it desperately.

"Help!" | screamed, looking up at the edge where Olivia stood. "Olivia, help me!"

But she wasn't even looking at me. Her attention was fixed on the scattered ashes being carried away by the

night breeze, her face a mask of devastation.

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My grip on the branch was precarious at best. My manicured nails dug into the rough bark,

breaking one by one as | struggled to hold on.

"Please!" | called again, but Olivia had already turned away, clutching the empty urn to her

chest.

The branch creaked ominously under my weight. | tried to swing my legs up to find purchase

on the rock face, but the movement only weakened my grip further.

My last fingernail broke, and | felt myself falling again. This time, there was nothing to catch

1. me.

The impact when | hit the ground knocked the breath from my lungs. A searing pain shot

through my lower back, so intense that black spots danced before my eyes.

| tried to move, to call for help, but my body wouldn't respond. The last thing | saw before

consciousness slipped away was the moon shining coldly above me, indifferent to

my

suffering.

| don't know how long | lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness. The cold night air

chilled my body, makingshiver despite the numbness spreading through my limbs.

Morning light was filtering through the trees when | heard voices approaching.

"Oh my god, there's someone down there!" a female voice called out.

"Call emergency services!" a male voice responded.

| tried to speak, to call for help, but only a weak moan escaped my lips.

The next few hours passed in a blur of pain and confusion. Paramedics carefully stabilizing

my neck and back. The jarring ambulance ride to Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Doctors

hovering over me, their faces grim as they examined my injuries.

When I finally regained full consciousness, the first thing | noticed was the smell. A foul,

unwashed odor that assaulted my sensitive werewolf nose.

| turned my head to see an elderly wolf in the bed next to mine, snoring loudly with his mouth

open.

"What is this?" | demanded, my voice hoarse. "Why am | not in a private room?”

A nurse approached, clipboard in hand. "Ms. Frost, you're in the general ward. We're at

capacity with the full moon injuries."

"This is unacceptable!" | tried to sit up but found I couldn't move my lower body. "Do you know

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who | am? Call Alpha Stone immediately!"

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The elderly wolf in the next bed woke up, glaring at me. "Keep it down, will ya? Sof us are

trying to rest."

"How dare you speak tothat way?" | snarled, my wolf rising to the surface. "I am Victoria

Frost, personal friend of Alpha King Ethan Stone!"

"Don't care if you're the Moon Goddess herself," the old wolf grumbled. "You're making too

much noise."

Rage boiled within me. | reached for the water glass on my bedside table, intending to throw it

at him.

That's when | realized something was terribly wrong. | could move my arms, but below my

waist... nothing. No sensation. No movement.

"Nurse!" | called, panic rising in my throat. "Nurse, | can't move my legs!"