bChapter /bb180/bb: /bbHe /bbHas /bSevere Disease

bChapter /b180: He Has Severe Disease

b(/bbGod’s /bPOV)

Margaret ckwood closed her eyes deeply, turning the moonstone prayer beads in her hand. The smooth stones clicked softly against each other as she contemted the impossible choice before her.

Her great–grandson’s life hung in the bnce. Yet the Luna she had grown to favor was slipping away bfrom /btheir family with each passing day.

The weight of generations pressed down on her shoulders. The ckwood legacy demanded sacrifice, bbut /bbat /b

what cost?

She opened her eyes slowly, her decision made. Silence would be her answer. Sometimes the greatest

wisdomy in knowing when not to act.

Her fingers stilled on the prayer beads. She would acquiesce to whatever fate had nned for Marcus and

Elena.

(Elena ckwood’s POV)

The next day, Adrian Whitmore saw me off at Moonfall International Airport. The morning air was crisp as

Jacob Hayes unloaded my luggage from the car.

Adrian called out from the driver’s seat, his voice carrying concern. “Elena, Sophia Rivers is still in Riverside

City. Are you sure you don’t want me to send someone with you?”

I shook my head firmly. “Brother, I’m not a child. I can handle myself.”

My hand flew to my forehead as I suddenly remembered. “Oh no, Ipletely forgot about Deputy Minister

Harrison’s wife’s birthday banquet!”

Adrian waved dismissively. “Don’t worry about it! I’ll take care of the gift. They understand you had to return

to the Northern Territory for family matters.”

Relief flooded through me. “Thank you so much. You should head back now.”

He nodded and drove away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and luggage.

As I prepared to enter the airport terminal, several ck–suited Elite Guards suddenly blocked my path. Their presence was intimidating and unexpected.

Amber Stone emerged from behind them, her expression serious. “Luna, the Alpha Alexander requests your

presence.”

bI /bfrowned in confusion. “Alexander ckwood? What could he possibly want with me?b” /b

Amber’s eyes flickered with something I couldn’t identify. “I’m sorry, but I cannot disclose the bdetails /bhere.*

I stepped back, my voice growing firm. “ckwood family matters are no longer my concern. I have ba /bbflight /bbto /b

catch.”

The guards moved closer, effectively trapping me. Amber’s professional mask slipped bslightly/bb, /bbrevealing /bdesperation underneath. /

Chapter 180 He Has Seve

b“/bbPlease/bb, /bbLuna/b. I’m acting bon /bbdirect /borders. This concerns Marcus bckwood’s /blifeb. /b

Her words hit me like a physical blow. Despite everything between Marcus band /bbme/bb, /bbthe /bbthought /bof him in mortal danger made my chest tighten.

I stared at Amber’s pleading expression, realizing the futility of resistance. These guards wouldn’t let me bleave /bregardless of my protests.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “But I’m changing my ticket, not canceling it.”

Relief washed over Amber’s features. “Of course, Luna. Whatever you need.”

As we drove through the Northern Territory, I noticed we weren’t heading toward the ckwood Ancestral Manor. The familiarndmarks were wrong.

“Where are we going?” I demanded, suspicion creeping into my voice.

Amber kept her eyes on the road. “Shadowmere Private Healing Sanctuary.”

My blood ran cold. A healing sanctuary meant serious medical issues. What was Marcus hiding from meb? /b

Upon arriving at the medical center, the guards immediately seized my luggage. I watched them carry bit /binside with growing rm.

“What’s going on, Amber? Why are you taking my thingsb?/bb” /b

She turned to face me, her expression grave. “Marcus needs you to stay in the Northern Territory temporarily. Before his silver purification treatment.”

The words hit me like lightning. Silver purification was one of the most dangerous procedures a werewolf

could undergo.

“Silver purification?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “That’s for fatal silver infection. The pain alone could kill him.”

Amber nodded solemnly. “After the car ident, Marcus developed a persistent cough and chest pain. The doctors diagnosed deep–seated silver infection.“/

My mind raced back to our recent encounter in the car. His harsh cough, the handkerchief he’d hidden from ollime. /li/ol

“Initially, he refused surgery and opted for medication,” Amber continued. “But his condition worsened. The infection has caused fatal lung lesions.”

The world seemed to tilt around me. Marcus was dying, and he’d been hiding it from everyone.

“Was he coughing up blood?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Amber’s silence was answer enough. The handkerchief I’d seen stained with darkness suddenly bmade /bterrible

sense.

“Marcus refused to undergo silver/purification,” she exined. “Alexander ckwood had no choice bbut /bto bring you here. You’re the only one who might convince him to ept treatment.”

The weight of responsibility crashed down on me. Marcus’s life was literally in my hands, whether I bwanted /bbit /b

there or not.