Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Hidden Symptoms

Aven forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“My sister and I… we’ve had some misunderstandings.”

Griffin gave him a long, knowing look.

“Aven, if I were you, I’d find a way to fix that relationship. Your sister is one of the biggest names in the Pack Alliance right now. She’s close to Mr. Howell, who’s about to inherit the Alpha King title. One good word from her could put the Soren estate right back where it used to be.”

Aven nodded.

“I’ll think about it.”

He stood up a little too quickly.

“Actually, I just remembered I have something I need to handle. I’ll come see you another day.”

As he walked out of the hospital room, an uneasy feeling followed him down the corridor.

It felt like someone had been watching him the entire time.

Several times he glanced back over his shoulder, but every time he found nothing.

His wolf spirit instinctively extended its senses, carefully testing the air around him.

No unfamiliar scent. Only then did he finally relax and leave the hospital.

By the time he arrived at the Soren estate, it was already dark.

He paused at the front entrance, straightened his tie, and stepped inside.

Janice was sitting on the living room sofa. The second she saw him walk in, she got to her feet and headed straight toward him.

“Well? Did you find out anything?”

Aven avoided her expectant gaze as he set his briefcase aside.

“No. The Army Hospital moved all of them to the nineteenth floor for treatment. The entire floor is restricted, and nobody’s allowed to visit, so…”

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The smile slowly disappeared from Janice’s face.

After a brief silence, she said quietly, “Then forget it.”

She turned away, subtly avoiding his attempt to move closer.

“I’m tired. I’m going upstairs.”

“Janice…”

Aven reached for her instinctively, but she shifted aside before he could touch her.

“You should get some sleep too.”

Her tone was polite.

The familiar warmth was gone, replaced by a distance that felt almost formal.

Aven stood there watching her walk upstairs without looking back.

His hand remained suspended awkwardly in midair long after she disappeared from sight.

Nira’s POV:

After Noah told me Aven had come to the hospital, a heavy feeling settled in my chest.

The timing was way too convenient.

There was no doubt in my mind that Janice had sent him here to gather information.

But compared to everything happening on the nineteenth floor, that problem barely mattered.

I stood outside the isolation ward, rubbing my temples as I stared through the observation window.

Seventeen blood samples sat neatly arranged across the lab bench.

Every vial glowed with the same eerie blue tint.

“Still nothing?” Conrad asked from behind me. His voice carried equal parts urgency and frustration

I shook my head.

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Nothing. Standard antidotes aren’t working at all. Every time we adjust the treatment, the toxin adapts right along with it. It’s like we’re chasing something that already knows our next

move.”

I pointed toward the latest brain scan displayed on the monitor.

“What’s worse is that it’s already started attacking the hippocampus. If we can’t stop it soon, these patients may never recover their memories. Forget controlling their wolf spirits–they might not even remember who they are.”

The door suddenly burst open.

“Miss Soren!” a nurse called out. “Something’s happening with Patient Four!”

I immediately hurried over.

The elderly patient was coughing violently.

His oxygen saturation was dropping fast.

“His oxygen level is down to eighty–five percent!” Lorraine called out while increasing the oxygen flow. “I’m hearing significant fluid buildup in the lungs.”

I lifted the patient’s eyelids and examined his eyes.

The inflammation was severe.

“Run a complete blood count and inflammatory panel immediately. Start high–flow oxygen therapy.”

His breathing became increasingly labored.

Every breath looked harder than the last.

Then the monitor erupted into a sharp alarm.

His heart rate shot up to one hundred forty beats per minute, while his temperature climbed rapidly to one hundred two degrees Fahrenheit.

“The inflammatory storm has started.”

I flipped through his medical chart.

“He has hypertension, diabetes, and a history of severe wolf–spirit trauma from two years ago. He’s high–risk.”

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A nurse suddenly gasped.

“Miss Soren, look at his fingers!”

I followed her gaze.

The tips of his fingers had already turned bluish–purple.

Severe oxygen deprivation.

The CT scan was even more concerning.

Both lungs were rapidly developing widespread ground–glass opacities.

“Prepare for intubation and mechanical ventilation,” I ordered immediately. “Notify the ICU and have ECMO ready.”

Before anyone could move, the middle–aged patient in the neighboring bed suddenly doubled over in a violent coughing fit.

My stomach tightened.

The progression was happening even faster than we’d anticipated.

“Activate Level Two protective protocols immediately. Everyone exposed needs to be isolated and monitored,” I told the infectious disease chief as he rushed over. “At this level of aggression, this virus may be every bit as dangerous as the newest wolfsbane toxin the witches engineered specifically to target werewolves.”

After that day, five more patients experienced sudden toxin activation.

The entire nineteenth floor shifted into crisis mode.

Medical staff moved nonstop through the hallways as the rustling of protective suits blended with urgent voices and constant alarms.

“Patient Three’s oxygen levels are still dropping!”

“Patient Six has developed acute kidney injury!”

The calls came from every direction.

While reviewing the latest test results, one particular set of numbers caught my attention.

My pulse immediately spiked

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Every single patient who had developed symptoms showed the same abnormal protein structure in their blood.

Without wasting a second, I shared the discovery with the infectious disease team and began exploring whether it could provide the breakthrough we desperately needed.

To verify my suspicion, I returned to Patient Four’s bedside.

As I leaned forward to examine his pupils, a trembling hand suddenly wrapped around my

wrist.

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