Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

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The phone rang once, twice, seven times before going to voicemail.

“Fuck.” 1 growled, immediately dialing again.

Nothing.

My wolf stirred within me, agitated and anxious. Something had happened to her–I was certain of it. I punched in Aiden’s number, my

knuckles white around the phone.

“Hall, Aiden’s voice answered, sounding tired but alert.

“Where is she?” I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

A pause. Too long. My wolf growled.

“Devon, 1-*

“Where the fuck is Evelyn?” My voice dropped dangerously low.

Aiden sighed. “Seattle General. Third floor.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. “What happened?” I asked, already grabbing clothes from my closet.

“She fell from a second–story window. We were tracking Vera White, and things went sideways.”

I cursed viciously. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. If anything happens to her before I arrive, I’ll hold you personally responsible.”

I hung up, not waiting for a response.

I screeched my car to a halt in front of Seattle General Hospital. I hadn’t bothered changing into a suit, dressed only in jeans and a black

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Chapter 163

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Alleen tried to speak but broke into tears under my cold glare.

“She sensed Alleen was in danger, Aiden explained, stepping protectively in front of the girl. “You know how she is. She wouldn’t wait.

My jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth might crack. Of course I knew. Evelyn would throw herself into danger for anyone she cared about–it was one of the things I loved about her and one of the things that terrified me most.

“Where is she?” I demanded.

“Room 312, Aiden answered. “But Devon-”

I was already striding down the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs. The scent of antiseptic and illness assaulted my sensitive nose as I pushed open the door to Evelyn’s room.

My breath caught in my throat. She looked so small in the hospital bed, her head wrapped in bandages, a cervical collar around her neck. Her skin was ghostly pale against the white sheets, an IV dripping steadily into her arm. The steady beep of the heart monitor provided the only reassurance that she was still with me.

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