Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

With a quick motion of his hand, one of his men lunged forward, driving a silver knife into Devon’s side. Devon dropped to his knees in

the snow.

My scream tore through the night, raw and primal. Tears froze on my cheeks as I watched Devon struggle to remain upright, his face contorted with pain.

White stepped forward, producing a small vial from his pocket. He held it up to the moonlight, examining the clear liquid inside.

“Is this the silver protection serum you’ve been working on?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery, “The one that’s supposed to make werewolves immune to silver?”

I lunged forward, only to be yanked back roughly. “Give it back!”

White laughed. “Oh, we’ve already tested it. Completely useless.” His face twisted with anger as he hurled the vial to the ground, where it shattered, the liquid seeping into the snow. “I waited so long, thinking you would actually succeed,”

His disappointment morphed into fury. “I thought you would be a worthy opponent, but you’re nothing!” In a fluid motion, White transformed into his wolf form–a massive creature with pure white fur that almost blended into the snowy landscape.

His wolf was pristine white–pure arctic fur that seemed born from snow itself. Unlike mine, which carried the subtle complexity of a black wolf transformed.

With a silent command, the hunter holding me raised his gun, the barrel aimed directly at my head.

“Say goodbye to your mate, Hall,” White growled through his transformation.

The gun fired with a deafening crack. I flinched, instinctively raising my arms to shield myself.

But the pain never came.

Instead, a brilliant light erupted from my chest–from Isabel’s necklace. The light formed a shield around me, deflecting the silver bullet. The necklace grew hot against my skin, then shattered, the pieces dissolving into the air.

Isabel’s ashes, carried on an invisible wind, swirled around me before settling on my skin, seeping into my pores. A surge of power unlike anything I’d ever felt before flooded through me, and all the pain in my body began to fade away. Was this Isabel’s healing gift flowing through me?

My wolf roared to life within me. The transformation was instantaneous and effortless. My clothes tore away as my body shifted, white fur sprouting across my skin, bones and muscles rearranging themselves into a new form.

White stared at me, his wolf eyes widening with shock and something else–fear.

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Chapter 220

In that moment of distraction, Devon moved with unexpected speed. He launched himself at White, revealing that his earlier weakness. had been an act. In his hand gleamed the same silver knife that had supposedly wounded him.

“How?” White gasped, reverting partially to human form in his shock. “You were stabbed with silver! You can’t-

Devon pinned White to the ground, the silver knife pressed against his throat. “That serum you called useless?” Devon’s voice was cold as the snow around them. “That was the decoy. The real one works perfectly,”

I padded forward, my paws silent in the snow. “The vial you took from me was a failure,” My voice emerged from my throat, unexpectedly clear, as if Isabel’s power had not only healed me but also broken through some barrier, allowing my thoughts to transform directly into speech.“Did you really think I’d carry the real formula with me unprotected?”

White struggled beneath Devon’s grip, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. “This isn’t possible!”

Devon’s eyes met mine across the clearing, a silent communication passing between us. With a swift, decisive movement, he drew the silver blade across White’s throat.

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