Chapter 74: A Mother’s Desperate Choice
Chapter 74: A Mother’s Desperate Choice.
(Sarah’s POV)
The sacred healing chamber was suffocating. The smell of burning sage mixed with bitter herbs hung in the
air like a heavy blanket. The soft glow of enchanted candles flickered, casting shadows on Grace’s frail,
tormented figure. Every labored breath she took became a painful reminder that time was slipping away.
“Grace, hold on,” I whispered, brushing the sweat–soaked strands of her platinum hair from her pale face. Her trembling hand barely gripped mine, too weak to squeeze back. My heart clenched as I looked into her glassy, pain–filled eyes. She was slipping further away with each second.
Dr. Harrison stepped beside me, his face grave. His presence made my stomach churn. This man, our most trusted healer, was supposed to have answers. Yet every time he opened his mouth lately, it was bad news.
“Luna Sarah,” he said hesitantly, his voice low but steady. “The silver poisoning is spreading rapidly through her bloodstream. We’ve slowed it before, but…” He paused, glancing at Grace’s ashen face. “We’re losing the
battle.”
His words tore through me like claws. I stiffened, refusing to let the emotions show. “What do you mean we’re losing? You told me this treatment could stabilize her.” My tone was sharp, harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t stop it.
“We’ve tried everything, Luna,” Harrison replied, his voice taut with frustration. “But the poison… it’s accelerating. It’s as though her wolf form is rejecting every remedy we attempt. Her bond to her wolf is
fracturing.”
“Fracturing?” I repeated, my voice trembling.
Harrison nodded grimly. “If this continues, Grace could lose the ability to shift entirely. She’ll be left… fully
human. Permanently.”
My vision blurred for a moment as the words sank in. My Grace. My perfect Grace. All the sacrifices I had made, the choices I believed were necessary… all of it could crumble away. She’d never heal, never rise to the position I had fought so hard to secure for her.
“Unacceptable!” I snapped. My wolf stirred within me, growling with fury. “There has to be another way. What about Erik Blackwood? His experimental techniques-”
“We’ve contacted him,” Harrison cut in quickly. “But he refused to intervene. He made it clear that his loyalties
lie… elsewhere.”
Elsewhere. It was yet another polite way of saying what I already knew. Every viable path to saving Grace was blocked because of one person: Scarlett.
Grace’s pained moan snapped me back into the moment. Her silver–streaked veins seemed to glow faintly under the dim light, a vivid map of suffering etched across her once–flawless skin. “Mama…” she whispered, her voice raw and weak. “It hurts… I can’t… it hurts so much…”
I shook as I cupped her face gently. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise. Mama will fix this. You just hold on.” Despite my words, my chest was tight. I wasn’t sure I believed them anymore.
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The chamber door creaked open. I turned sharply as young Emily, one of the trainees, approached with tentative steps. Her wide eyes betrayed her fear of me, but she held a tablet in her trembling hands.
“Luna Sarah,” Emily began softly. “I… I have the latest readings.” She hesitated, clearly dreading the news she had to deliver.
“Spit it out,” I snapped impatiently, making her flinch.
Emily swallowed hard before rushing out the words. “The silver poisoning has reached her neurological
structure. It’s affecting her pack bonds, Luna. If this continues, she won’t just lose her wolf… she may lose
any connection to the pack entirely.”
It was a death sentence. A wolf without her wolf form was bad enough. But a wolf with severed pack bonds?
That was a complete exile of the soul. Without that bond, Grace would be nothing–powerless, vulnerable,
alone. And Alexander…
Alexander. The realization hit me with the force of a mountain falling. He would never go through with
marking her. The future I wanted for Grace–her rightful future as Luna beside Alexander–would disappear.
“No.” My voice broke on the word, and without warning, a growl escaped my lips. My emotions boiled over as I
flung Emily’s tablet across the room. It shattered against the stone wall, the sound echoing like a c***k of
thunder in the otherwise quiet chamber.
“There must be something we can do!” I roared, my fists clenched. “We have resources. We have power.
Someone out there can fix this!”
Dr. Harrison stepped back slightly, clearly caught off guard by my outburst. But his face softened, pity replacing frustration. “Luna Sarah,” he said cautiously. “The best chance has always been Aiden Walsh and
Hazel Chase. Their methods, their expertise-”
“They won’t help!” I interrupted, cutting off the words I couldn’t bear to hear again.
“They’ve refused to defy Scarlett’s wishes,” Harrison finished, ignoring my anger. “We cannot repeat what has already failed. Without Scarlett authorization, they will never touch Grace.”
Scarlett. The name burned in my chest like silver poisoning of my own. The very idea that she held even an ounce of power over me or my family filled me with rage. She was supposed to be forgotten, cast aside, unneeded. And now here she was, a force too great to ignore.
The door opened again, this time with Daniel and Alexander stepping in. Both carried heavy expressions, their jaws clenched tight.
“Mother,” Daniel started urgently, clearly reading the despair on my face. “We’ve been searching for answers. Every healer, every pack connection…” He shook his head. “Nothing. Scarlett’s influence cuts deeper than we
thought.”
“Deeper than we thought?” I hissed, my anger turning on him. “What have you even been doing? How can a single rogue healer have the power to stop us at every turn?”
“Scarlett isn’t just some rogue healer amore,” Alexander growled. His face was an unreadable mask, but his wolf Mason rumbled audibly beneath his words. “She’s aligned herself with something greater. That Alpha of hers… he’s not someone we can casually challenge.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?” I snapped, my voice uneven with rising hysteria. “Stand here and watch Grace die? Let Scarlett keep holding us hostage with her games?”
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Neither of them answered immediately. The room was filled with Grace’s shallow breathing, the occasional
gurgle of pain escaping her lips.
Then the words came from somewhere deep within my desperation: “Then we’ll have to take her by force.”
Every head in the room snapped toward me. I didn’t care. I didn’t flinch.
“You can’t be serious,” Daniel said, his voice shaky.
“What choice do we have?” I demanded, turning to him. “We’ve tried playing this Scarlett’s way! Diplomacy has gotten us nowhere. If she won’t see reason voluntarily, then we’ll make her listen!”
“Sarah… think!” Alexander’s warning growl filled the chamber.
“I am thinking!” I shot back. My wolf stirred again, pushing forward with savage determination. “This is our only chance. We cannot let Scarlett hold Grace’s life hostage! We have to fight for what’s ours!”
I heard a movement–a shift in the air before a familiar, icy voice cut through the madness. “So, Luna Sarah,” it said, smooth as silk. “You’d resort to violence against your own daughter?”
The voice sent chills down my spine.
Scarlett stepped from the shadows of the chamber entrance. She wasn’t the scared, submissive girl I remembered. She stood tall, her emerald eyes blazing with fury. Her presence alone seemed to coat the room
in ice.
My breath hitched as the weight of my words hit me.
“Scarlett,” Daniel stumbled forward, trying to shield me. “You don’t understand–Mother was only-”
“Silence,” she snapped, the single word dripping with authority.
Everyone froze.
The air grew thick as her wolf’s power filled the space. Cora’s energy flickered dangerously, challenging everyone in the room. Even Alexander’s Mason bristled uncomfortably under the pressure.
Hunter Stone appeared in the doorway behind her, his calm gaze unwavering. His presence only reinforced what we already knew: Scarlett wasn’t someone we could control. Not anymore.
Her gaze locked on mine, cold and unrelenting. “How far you’ve fallen, Luna,” she said softly, but her tone was sharp enough to cut stone. “Desperate enough to harm your own flesh and blood?”
Desperation clawed at my throat as I desperately sought the words to defend myself. But her emerald eyes pinned me in place, unmoving and unforgiving.
My silence said more than I ever could. The realization of what I had suggested–to force my own daughter- sent a chill through me. I had crossed a line. And I knew Scarlett would not forgive it.
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