Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Evelyn

Three days later, I was finally allowed to leave my bed. My shoulder still ached where the silver bullet had penetrated, but the worst of the poisoning had subsided. As I made my way downstairs at the Hall mansion, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging.

Olivia looked up from the kitchen counter, her face brightening. “There she is! Our patient has decided to join the land of the living.”

Emma, Owen’s wife, turned from the stove with a wooden spoon in hand. “Perfect timing. The healing broth is almost ready.”

I inhaled deeply, savoring the rich aroma of herbs and spices. “It smells amazing. You guys didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Nonsense, Olivia waved dismissively. “Silver poisoning is serious business. You need proper nutrition to flush it from your system.

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For the past three days, they’d taken turns bringing me different concoctions.

We settled around the kitchen island, and Emma poured steaming cups of a fragrant herbal tea. The warmth spread through my hands as I cradled the mug.

“How’s the shoulder?” Olivia asked, her eyes assessing my movements with clinical precision.

“Better,” I admitted. “Still sore, but the burning sensation is gone.”

Emma nodded approvingly. “Another day or two and you should be back to normal–well, as normal as you

Her teasing tone made me smile. The easy camaraderie between us felt… foreign. Comfortable. Safe. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this kind of familial warmth. Three years ago, maybe longer. Before everything fell apart with my own family.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For everything.”

Olivia reached across the counter and squeezed my hand. “That’s what family does, Evelyn.”

Family. The word resonated in my chest, unfamiliar yet desperately wanted. These past days of care had awakened something in me–a desire to contribute,

to give back.

‘I want to do something,” I blurted out. “For the pack, I mean.”

Devon appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly damp from a shower. “What’s this about doing something?”

‘I’ve talked with Devon,” I said, and turned to face him. “I could establish a treatment cepiter right here on your territory. Not just for treating injuries, but for teaching basic medical knowledge to other werewolves.”

Olivia’s eyes lit up. “That’s actually brilliant. We haven’t had a dedicated healer since old Mrs. Blackwood passed away,”

‘I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Lily chimed in as she bounced into the kitchen. “And I could help! I’ve always wanted to learn more about medicine.”

Devon studied me, his eyes intense. “You’re serious about this?”

I met his gaze steadily. “Yes. Especially because of what I’ve been through. I know firsthand how important proper treatment is for silver poisoning.” I gestured to my healing shoulder. “Not everyone is as lucky as I am, having access to the right care.”

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Chapter 132

His expression softened with something like pride. “Alright. We have that old villa near the edge of the forest. It’s big enough for those who need help.”

“Perfect,” I said, already envisioning the layout in my mind. “When can we see it?

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That afternoon, Devon and I walked through the spacious villa nestled at the edge of the forest. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating wooden floors and high ceilings. The building had been vacant for years but maintained regularly.

This space could be the main treatment area,” I said, gesturing to a large room with southern exposure. “And that smaller room would work well for a pharmacy and supply storage.”

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Devon nodded, watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. “The rear garden could be cultivated for medicinal herbs. My grandmother used to grow wolfsbane and moonflower there.”

I pulled a small leather case from my pocket and opened it, revealing specialized silver extraction tools. “These are my own design. They’re more effective at removing silver fragments from deep tissue.”

Devon took one of the instruments, examining it with surprise. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this. How long have you been planning something like

this?”

“I’ve always dreamed of creating a place where werewolves could get proper medical care,” I admitted.

Devon’s gaze softened. “You really care about people you’ve never even met.”

I looked away, suddenly vulnerable under his scrutiny. “I know what it’s like to be hurt and abandoned. No one should have to face that pain alone.”

His fingers gently tilted my chin up until our eyes met. “Your compassion amazes me, Evelyn.”

“Isn’t it the same for you?” I asked quietly. “I know about your project with Dr. Anderson–developing medicine to help werewolves resist silver poisoning.”

Devon’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“We have the same goal,” I continued. “We just approach it differently.”

He smiled, a genuine warmth reaching his eyes. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

After dinner, Lily pulled me aside in the hallway, her expression unusually serious.

“Kate’s been spending a lot of time with Samuel lately,” she whispered. “I overheard them talking about the competition. It sounded… suspicious.”

My stomach tightened, “Samuel again. He must be trying to use the competition to get me to help him with decoding.”

I excused myself and called Joe, a fellow competitor I’d met at previous events. His professor had been trying to recruit me to their university for years.

“Evelyn!” Joe’s voice was enthusiastic. “Long time no talk. Excited about the competition?”

“Actually, I’m calling about that,” I said carefully. “I heard your university is handling the question design this year.”

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