Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Evelyn

Sitting by the window, my thoughts kept returning to those hidden cameras. The old mansion harbored far more secrets than I’d imagined.

What exactly happened here? What was the connection between Isabel’s legacy and my wolf? These questions kept circling in my head as I stared at the

garden outside.

“Evelyn, dear! There you are.”

Lydia’s warm voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see her standing at the doorway, her kind face lit up with a smile. Behind her was an elderly woman with silver hair pulled into an elegant bun, dressed in a vintage floral dress that spoke of old money.

‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Lydia continued, walking into the room. “I want you to meet someone. This is my dear friend, Scarlett Harrison. Scarlett, this is Evelyn Gray, Isabel’s granddaughter.”

“The one you’ve been telling me about?” Scarlett’s eyes brightened with interest as she extended a hand toward me. “The one who inherited Isabel’s healing

talents?”

She certainly did,” Lydia nodded proudly. “Learned everything from Isabel herself, and has quite the gift for diagnosis. Even better than some pack doctors,

if you ask me.”

I rose to shake her hand, noticing immediately how cold and slightly trembling it felt. My medical instincts kicked in, observing her slightly labored breathing and the subtle pallor beneath her carefully applied makeup.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Harrison,” I said.

‘Oh, please call me Scarlett,” she replied with a slight wheeze in her voice. “Lydia has told me so much about you.”

Lydia’s face suddenly turned concerned. “Actually, Evelyn, I was hoping you might take a look at Scarlett. I don’t like her color today, and she’s been having trouble with her breathing.”

“I told her it’s nothing,” Scarlett waved dismissively. “Just old age catching up with me.”

“Nonsense, Lydia insisted. “Would you mind, Evelyn? I know it’s imposing, but-”

“Not at all,” I reassured her. “Why don’t we sit down, and I can take a look?”

We moved to the comfortable sitting area, where I gestured for Scarlett to take the armchair. I knelt beside her, taking her wrist gently between my fingers to check her pulse. It was rapid and somewhat irregular. I noticed the slight swelling in her ankles and the faint bluish tint to her fingernails.

“How long have you been experiencing shortness of breath?” I asked, keeping my tone conversational.

“Oh, a few weeks now,” Scarlett admitted. “My doctor says it’s my heart, prescribed me all sorts of medications.”

I continued my examination, asking questions about her diet, sleep patterns, and activity level. When I gently pressed on her ankles, my fingers left slight indentations–edema, a sign of poor circulation.

“Well,” I finally said, sitting back on my heels, “you have some elevated blood pressure and circulation issues. There’s also some bone density loss, but that’s

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fairly normal for someone your age.”

“See? Scarlett looked triumphantly at Lydia. “Just getting old.”

“The pack doctor made it sound much more serious,” Lydia frowned. “He

So many$,”

“May I see them?” I asked.

Scarlett nodded, and Lydia retrieved a small bag full of prescription bo

went through them.

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