Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Evelyn

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I stared at Ryan’s pale face as his final warning echoed in my mind. His eyes, wide with panic just moments before, suddenly rolled back in his head.

“Ryan! I lunged forward as his body went limp, collapsing back onto the hospital bed. His monitors started blaring with alarms.

Felix rushed into the room, pushing past me to check Ryan’s vitals. “His blood pressure is crashing. Everyone out! Now!”

Devon gently pulled me back as a medical team flooded the room. “Come on, Evelyn. Let them work.”

“What’s happening to him?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes from Ryan’s unconscious form as nurses positioned an oxygen mask over his

face.

Felix glanced at us while attaching an IV drip. “His body is in extreme shock. The toxin damage, combined with the strain of the antidote and his emotional state–it’s all too much.”

“Will he…” I couldn’t finish the question.

“He’s stable for now, but he’ll need time to recover. Possibly days, even weeks,” Felix said, his expression grim. “The wolf–spirit separation

took a severe toll on his system.”

Outside in the hallway, I paced nervously, my mind racing with Ryan’s words. “Devon, he said the White are coming for me–that they want to rule the North American packs. This isn’t just about me anymore.”

Devon’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes darkening with concern. “I know. And if what he says is true, we need to prepare.” He ran a hand through his hair. “We should go back to Hall Mansion, regroup, and figure out our next steps.”

I nodded reluctantly, though my stomach churned with anxiety. Something about this felt wrong–like the calm before a devastating storm. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing danger on the horizon.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” I whispered as Devon guided me toward the exit.

His arm tightened protectively around my shoulders. “Me too, but we’ll face it together.”

The drive to Hall Mansion was tense and mostly silent, Devon kept one hand on the wheel, the other firmly gripping mine, his thumb occasionally stroking my skin in a comforting gesture. As we approached the imposing gates of the estate, both of us immediately sensed something was off.

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Chapter 214

Wh*** is costyout 1 sted, scanning the ponds.

The normally bustling wetste was eerily quiet. No seewhy perds as the gate. No gardeners tending to the immaculate lawns. The typical hum of activity that characterized Hall Mavic was absent, replaced by an unsettling silence that made the hairs on the back of my neck

Devon frowned as he parked near the entrance. “Stay clone to me, he whispered, his eyes alert as they scanned the surroundings.

We entered the main hall cautiously. The grand foyer, wewatly alive with staff moving efficiently about their duties, was deserted. No butler rushing to take our costs. No maids dusting the antique furniture. The silence was deafening.

“Something’s wrong, Devon mattered, his body tense beside mine. “The house is never empty like this.

I nodded, my wolf’s senses heightening in response to the perceived threat. “Where’s Richard?”

A crash from upstairs made us both jump, Devon immediately pushed me behind him, his posture shifting to a protective stance. We exchanged a worried glance just as Richard’s bedroom door flew open.

Mrs. Whitmore burst out, her normally immaculate appearance in complete disarray. Her gray hair had escaped its tight bun, her apron was stained with what looked horribly like blood, and her hands trembled violently.

“Mrs. Whitmore!” I rushed forward, catching her by the arms before she could stumble. What happened? Are you hurt?*

Her face was ashen, eyes wide with panic. “Oh, Miss Evelyn, Mr. Devon–thank goodness you’re here! It’s your father, sir. He–he’s been

injured.”

Devon’s expression froze, the warmth vanishing from his eyes. “What? How?”

“The border patrol,” she managed between shaky breaths. He went this morning to check the eastern boundary. There was–there was an

attack.”

I followed Devon into Richard’s bedroom, my heart pounding. The sharp metallic scent of blood hit me immediately, making my stomach lurch. Richard lay on the massive four–poster bed, his powerful frame looking uncharacteristically vulnerable against the white sheets now

stained crimson.

‘Father, Devon rushed to his side, his voice tight with concern.

Richard’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of his son’s voice. His skin had an unhealthy grayish tinge, and his breathing was labored. “Devon,” he rasped.

I approached cautiously, assessing his injuries with my medical eye. Multiple deep lacerations crossed his chest and arms–unmistakably claw marks from another wolf. The wounds were deep, some still seeping blood despite the bandages Mrs. Whitmore had applied.

“Let me help,” I said softly, moving to Richard’s side. I gently pulled back the makeshift bandages to examine the worst of the wounds.

I placed my hands carefully over the deepest gash across his chest, closing my eyes to concentrate. The white wolf within me responded

immediately, sending warmth flowing through my palms. A soft silvery glow emanated from my hands as the healing energy poured into

Richard’s wounds.

The torn flesh began to knit together under my touch, the bleeding slowing then stopping completely. Richard’s labored breathing gradually eased as the pain subsided. I worked methodically, moving from one wound to the next, until I’d addressed all the major

injuries.

When I finally pulled back, exhausted from the effort, Richard’s color had improved significantly, and his breathing was almost normal.

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