Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 91

**Where Falling Leaves Whisper Stories Written In Silence by Ryn Jace Reed**
**Chapter 91**

Evelyn

I found myself sprinting through an engulfing darkness, a primal urge driving me forward, desperate to reach Devon. The chilling sound of silver bullets sliced through the air, whistling past my ears as I raced across the sandy beach, each grain beneath my feet a reminder of the peril I faced. Then, like a horrifying vision, I spotted him—trapped within the twisted metal of that mangled car, blood seeping through the fabric of his shirt, painting a stark contrast against his pale skin. His eyes, once vibrant, found mine, but they flickered like a dying flame, dimming with each agonizing breath he struggled to take.

“Devon!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the emptiness, a desperate plea that fell into the void. I tried to move closer, to bridge the distance that felt insurmountable, but my feet were rooted to the ground, paralyzed by fear. All I could do was watch helplessly as his eyelids fluttered shut, his chest growing still, and my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Suddenly, I jolted awake, my heart thundering in my chest like a war drum. Disoriented, I blinked rapidly at the stark white ceiling looming above me, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my nostrils. Hospital. I was in a hospital. The realization washed over me like a cold wave, and I instinctively reached for my chest, feeling the rough fabric of a hospital gown clinging to my skin.

Memories surged back with a vengeance—the beach, the SUV, the sight of Devon’s blood staining the sand. Panic clawed at my throat as I ripped the IV from my arm, the sharp sting igniting a fire of urgency within me. I stumbled out of bed, my legs trembling beneath me, a newborn fawn unsteady on its feet. The door swung open with a gentle push, revealing a stark, sterile corridor that felt both familiar and alien. Where was he? I had to find him. I had to know he was okay.

I hurried down the hallway, peering through each small window, my heart racing as I searched desperately for any sign of Devon. The sterile environment blurred around me as I checked room after room, each one a reminder of the fragility of life, until finally, I caught sight of Jason. He was slumped on a bench in the corridor, his head buried in his hands, a picture of despair that made my heart ache.

“Jason,” I called out, my voice trembling, cracking under the weight of my fear.

He looked up, the exhaustion etched into his features making him appear older, more worn than I remembered. “Evelyn, you’re awake,” he said, relief flooding his voice.

“Where is he?” I demanded, though deep down, I already feared the answer. Jason nodded toward the door behind him, and without a second thought, I pushed past him, urgency propelling me forward.

As I entered the room, my heart sank. Devon lay motionless on the bed, a network of monitors beeping around him, IV lines snaking into his skin like a lifeline. His once commanding presence felt diminished, his skin pale against the stark white sheets, a ghost of the man I loved. I approached slowly, each step heavy with trepidation, afraid that if I moved too quickly, I might shatter the fragile silence that enveloped us.

Pulling a chair close to his bedside, I sank into it, taking his hand in mine. It was warm—thank God, it was warm. Relief flooded through me like a soothing balm as I closed my eyes, allowing the moment to wash over me.

“Devon,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, squeezing his hand gently. “Please wake up.”

As if my words had reached him, his fingers twitched, a faint spark of life. His eyes fluttered open, struggling against the haze of pain and fatigue before finally settling on my face, the recognition lighting up his expression.

“Evelyn,” he rasped, his voice a fragile whisper, barely audible above the rhythmic beeping of the machines.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I leaned closer, overwhelmed by the weight of my emotions. “Devon, you almost died! What were you thinking?” The words tumbled out, a mix of anger and relief.

A faint smile graced his lips, a flicker of his old self shining through. He lifted his uninjured hand, brushing away my tears with his thumb, a tender gesture that made my heart swell. “I’m an Alpha, remember? And with my little white wolf looking after me, what do I have to fear?”

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