His new stepsister His biggest threat (Claire and Elijah) novel Chapter 105

**Chapter 105**

**Claire’s POV**

As the transfusion commenced, I felt an unfamiliar sensation, a gentle tug coursing through my veins. A warmth blossomed in the crook of my arm where the IV line connected me to Elijah, a strange yet oddly comforting connection.

It wasn’t painful, just a sensation I had never experienced before, akin to my very essence being siphoned away and poured into another vessel. The steady drip from my bag into his felt almost poetic, as if my strength was being woven into his, strand by strand, until he could rise again and reclaim his life.

I focused intently on him, observing the stillness of his chest and the pallor of his skin, willing my heart to remain calm and my mind to resist panic.

Dr. Adrian was nearby, his presence a steady anchor. One hand rested on Elijah’s pulse while the other adjusted a dial on the monitor. “His blood pressure is beginning to stabilize,” he murmured, his voice low, as if raising it might disrupt the fragile atmosphere. “You let me know the moment you feel dizzy or anything unusual, understood?”

“Yeah,” I replied softly, though deep down, I knew I wouldn’t speak up unless I truly felt myself about to collapse. My wolf had settled the instant the transfusion began, curling protectively around Elijah’s fading presence, murmuring gentle reassurances into the depths of his unconsciousness.

Silence enveloped the room for what felt like an eternity. Selene stood across from me, her gaze fixed on the line, her focus unwavering and calculating. Ethan lingered at the door, his jaw clenched tight, eyes locked on me rather than Elijah—as if he were waiting for me to falter before deciding whether to intervene. The monitor beeped in soft, rhythmic intervals, a much more soothing sound than the frantic beeping that had filled the air when they first brought him in.

At one point, I glanced up and caught Dr. Adrian’s gaze. There was something in his eyes I couldn’t quite interpret—an emotion that seemed both curious and troubled—but it vanished swiftly as he returned his attention to Elijah’s arm. I didn’t have the mental energy to decipher it anyway; all I cared about was the steadying rhythm of Elijah’s heartbeat, the numbers on the monitor inching back toward safety.

Despite the chill of the night pressing against the cabin walls, the room felt warm and alive. My arm tingled where the line connected, and I focused on my breathing, trying to maintain my composure as the minutes dragged on, stretching into what felt like an hour.

Finally, Dr. Adrian released a long breath, leaning back slightly. “He’s stable,” he announced, his voice a balm that eased the tension gripping everyone’s shoulders. “He’s not out of the woods yet, but his vitals are reassuring. Let’s keep the line open for just a little longer, and then we’ll be finished.”

Selene stepped closer, her expression softening, and when the transfusion was finally disconnected, she squeezed my shoulder gently. “You did incredibly well,” she said, her voice warm and soothing, reaching into the depths of my chest. “You just gave away nearly three liters of blood without so much as flinching. I’d be scolding you if you didn’t look so determined doing it.”

She rummaged through a drawer and produced a chocolate bar, deftly peeling the wrapper before placing it in my hand. “Eat. Slowly. It’ll help.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, suddenly aware of the fatigue weighing down my body. My legs felt cold, my hands numb, and there was a faint buzzing behind my eyes. Yet, I forced a smile, nibbling on the chocolate as instructed.

Dr. Adrian shot me a sideways glance, a teasing edge creeping into his voice. “Blind bravery,” he remarked, shaking his head with a bemused expression. “Terrifyingly admirable. I honestly have no idea how Elijah plans to keep up with you when he wakes up.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, a small laugh escaped my lips—a sound barely audible, yet undeniably real. “He’s going to be okay, right?”

“He should wake up soon,” Adrian replied, and the way he said it allowed my lungs to finally expand fully. “His body needed assistance. Yours provided it. Now he has what he needs to fight.”

I hadn’t realized how long I had been holding my breath until the air rushed out of me in a soft exhale.

“I want to stay with him,” I declared immediately, my voice firm and unwavering before anyone could think to object. “I’m not leaving.”

Selene smiled at me, her expression almost fond. “Then stay. Just don’t push yourself too far. Rest if you need to.”

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