Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Evelyn

My heart pounded against my ribs as Devon’s sleek car pulled up to the imposing gates of the Hall mansion. I’d faced down hackers, criminals, and even Charles Ashford, but something about meeting Devon’s family–officially–made my palms sweat.

“You look like you’re walking to your execution,” Devon said, his voice gentle as he cut the engine.

Is it that obvious?‘ I wiped my damp hands on my skirt.

Devon reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “They’re going to love you, Eve. Just like I do.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Besides, you’ve already met my father, and that misunderstanding is cleared up.”

Before Devon could knock, the door swung open to reveal a tall woman with Devon’s striking blue eyes and an amused smile.

“Well, well,” she said, crossing her arms. “My workaholic brother finally emerges from his office, and with a girlfriend no less.” She

extended her hand to me. “Nice to see you again.”

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I shook her hand, feeling the strength in her grip. “It’s been a long time.”

Olivia leaned close to Devon as we stepped inside. “She’s young enough to be your… well, much younger sister,” she stage–whispered, loud

enough for me to hear.

Devon rolled his eyes. “I’m thirty–five, not seventy.”

“Come in, Dad’s been anxious to meet you properly.”

As we walked through the entrance hall, I heard a deep voice say, “Finally, someone who can tame this stubborn wolf.” Richard stood at the end of the hallway, dressed in casual but clearly expensive clothes.

Devon’s hand found the small of my back, guiding me forward. The gesture was possessive but comforting. “Father, you remember Evelyn

Gray.”

Richard’s eyes–the same piercing blue as Devon’s–examined me carefully, “Of course. Though under better circumstances this time.” He smiled, the expression warming his severe features. “Welcome to our home, Ms. Gray.”

“Thank you for having me, Mr. Hall,” I replied, surprised by the genuine warmth in his greeting.

“Please, call me Richard.” He gestured to the living room. “Let’s sit. Owen should be joining us shortly.”

The living room was spacious yet comfortable, with large windows overlooking the forest. I could feel the Alpha energy radiating throughout the house–it was subtle but unmistakable, a reminder that this was the home of the most powerful werewolf family in the

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“So, Evelyn,” Olivia said as we settled onto plush couches, “Devon tells us you’re finishing your medical degree. That’s impressive.”

“Thank you. I’ve always been interested in medicine.”

A tall man with the same Hall features entered the room. “Sorry I’m late.” He nodded at me. “Owen Hall. The eldest and most responsible

of the Hall siblings.”

Devon snorted. “The most boring, you mean.”

Owen ignored him, sitting across from me. “Devon mentioned you helped stabilize him after the silver poisoning incident. That took

considerable skill.”

“I did what anyone with medical training would do,” I said modestly.

“Not everyone would know how to extract silver fragments without specialized equipment,” Owen countered. “Your mentor must be

exceptional.”

“Dr. Bennett,” I said. “He’s-”

“Wait, Maxwell Bennett?” Owen’s eyebrows shot up.

I nodded, surprised. “You know him?”

“We’ve collaborated on several research projects when I was young.” Owen leaned forward, suddenly interested. “If you’re his student, I’d

love to discuss some of the recent advances in treating silver toxicity sometime.”

“I’d like that,” I said, genuinely pleased by the offer.

Richard was watching the exchange with a satisfied expression.

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Olivia asked about my studies, Owen discussed medical research, and Richard mostly observed, occasionally asking pointed questions about my background. No one mentioned my family or my status as a Wolfless. I began to

relax, almost forgetting my anxiety.

Then the butler appeared at the doorway. “Sir, Mr. Alex Redwood and Miss Emilia Redwood are here to see you.”

Richard’s expression tightened. “Did they call ahead?”

“No, sir. They insist it’s important.”

Richard sighed. “Very well. Show them in.”

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Devon’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “This should be interesting,” he murmured.

Moments later, Alex Redwood strode in, Emilia following closely behind.

“Richard,” Alex greeted, his tone formal. “Devon. We apologize for the intrusion, but there are matters we needed to discuss.”

“On a Sunday afternoon?” Richard’s voice was cool but polite. “It must be urgent indeed.”

“It- Alex began, but his words died as his gaze landed on me. “I wasn’t aware you had company.”

Richard’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Allow me to introduce Evelyn Gray. Devon’s chosen mate.”

The word “mate” hung in the air. Among werewolves, it wasn’t a term used lightly–it signaled a formal, recognized relationship.

Emilia’s face flushed crimson. “Mate? But she’s-” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. “Wait, Gray? The disgraced daughter from the Moonheal Pack?”

Devon stood slowly, his posture radiating tension. “Emilia, I suggest you consider your next words carefully.”

She ignored him, addressing the room. “Do you all know who she is? She’s the one who lost control at eighteen and attacked humans. She’s a Wolfless–her own pack drove her out!”

Olivia stepped forward. “That’s enough, Emilia.”

“No, it’s not!” Emilia’s eyes flashed red momentarily—a sign of strong emotion in werewolves. “She’s barely old enough to drink, and she’s

latching onto Devon for protection because her own family rejected her.”

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