Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198

Evelyn

“Enough!” Devon’s low growl vibrated through the garden.

His Alpha pressure filled the space, making the air heavy and difficult to breathe. Even 1 struggled under the weight of his anger, feeling my wolf stir in response to his dominance. That familiar sensation of wildness I’d kept buried for so long began to awaken, responding to the pain and rage bubbling up

inside me.

Alex seized the opportunity, pointing at me with venom in his voice. “You think you’re so much better than Emilia? At least she never hurt a human.”

His eyes narrowed as he delivered the killing blow. “Not like a certain white wolf monster who lost control at eighteen.”

His words cut through me like a silver blade. My wolf howled in agony, thrashing within me as memories of that night crashed back–blood, screams, accusations. I felt my eyes flicker, the silver–gray shifting as my wolf pushed against my control.

The last thread of my rationality snapped. Tears blurred my vision, but my senses became unnaturally sharp. Every heartbeat, every breath, every shift of fabric against skin–I could detect it all with painful clarity.

Before I realized what I was doing, my hand connected with Alex’s face.

“You know nothing, I hissed, my voice barely recognizable.

Devon moved with blinding speed, his fist connecting with Alex’s jaw with a sickening crack. The garden erupted into chaos. Alex’s security clashed with Edward’s men while I stood frozen in the eye of the storm, feeling my wolf’s savage energy coursing through me.

My wolf wasn’t cowering anymore. She was howling, not in pain but in fury. She wanted out. She wanted revenge. Every cell in my body pulsed with primal power. I could feel my canines lengthening, my fingernails sharpening into deadly points.

I doubled over, tears streaming down my face. What was happening to me? Was this what losing control felt like? I suddenly blamed everything–all my pain, all my suffering–on my wolf. Was I truly cursed? Was the monster they all feared really inside me?

“I don’t want you,” I whispered to my wolf as I crouched on the floor. “Everything is because of you.”

My wolf recoiled at my rejection, her pain adding to my own. But even as I pushed her away, I felt her strength, her desire to protect me. embracing and denying this fundamental part of myself.

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The chaos momentarily subsided when Lucas burst in with federal agents, flashing badges and evidence as they moved to arrest Alex for corporate espionage. However, my heartbeat remained erratic, my vision still flashing with images of the island–blood–soaked sand, silver cages, the desperate howls of other prisoners.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, not from fear but from the wild energy still surging through my veins. My wolf paced anxiously within me, alert to every threat there.

Through the haze of my inner turmoil, I noticed Alex’s subtle movement–reaching inside his jacket with calculated slowness. Time seemed to crawl as I saw him pull out a gun, aiming directly at Devon.

My wolf exploded in protective rage. The mate–bond, incomplete as it was, flared with desperate intensity. Nothing mattered except keeping Devon safe.

“Devon!” I screamed, lunging forward to push him out of harm’s way.

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Chapter 198

But Edward moved faster, shoving me behind him as the gun fired. The silver bullet caught him in the shoulder, and the acrid scent of burning flesh and

silver filled the air. My wolf recoiled instinctively from the toxic metal, but the human part of me shifted immediately into doctor mode.

“Get him to the safe room, I commanded, pressing my hand against Edward’s wound to slow the bleeding.

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Security personnel subdued Alex while Devon helped me move Edward to a secure room in the back of the restaurant. As soon as the door closed behind us,

I forced myself into clinical detachment despite my shaking hands.

‘I need tweezers, clean towels, hot water, and a first aid kit,” I instructed, my voice steadier than I felt.

My wolf whimpered anxiously as I detected the poisonous silver scent seeping into Edward’s bloodstream. The same man who might have betrayed me was now bleeding because he had protected me. The contradiction tore at my heart.

I peeled back Edward’s shirt, revealing the angry wound. The silver was already causing the surrounding tissue to blacken and die–a werewolf’s worst

nightmare.

“This is going to hurt,” I warned, picking up the sterilized tweezers.

As I extracted the bullet, my tears fell silently. I hurt for the physical pain I was causing, but also for the emotional betrayal that still cut deep. My wolf mourned too, releasing soft, comforting whimpers that only I could hear.

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