Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 272

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SEVENTY TWO

Talia’s POV

“Go,” I told Nolan.

Nolan looked at me once and said, “Stay inside the palace walls until I send word.”

I nodded and said, “I will go to the hospital with Della, and we will see what Leslie needs.”

Nolan was out the door before I finished speaking and I heard him calling for Solon in the corridor.

I found Della in her room two doors down. She was already dressed and putting on armor. She had clearly heard the commotion.

“Don’t bother with that,” I told her. “We’re going to the hospital.”

“We’re not going to help them?” Della asked.

“No. They’ll handle it. We need to help Leslie, but first we need to get all the books on blood-based treatments and wolf healing we can find,” I explained.

“I know where they keep the older records and it is not in the library,” Della said. “Give me ten minutes.” She was back in eight

with four volumes.

We moved quickly through the palace and out toward the hospital. I could hear the border response clearly. There were shouts, guttural screams that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

‘Don’t focus on it. Nolan and Solon will get everything under control,’ my wolf said.

We arrived at the hospital to find Leslie already at my father’s bedside. My father was asleep. “Come in. He’s had a sedative. He won’t be awake anytime soon,” Leslie said and then, she noticed what we were carrying. “What did you find?”

“They are texts on using blood as a catalyst for healing,” I said, setting the stack on the side table. “I need you to go through them.”

Leslie picked up the first book and opened it. Della and I both took a book and began reading. After twenty minutes, it was Della who found it first. She had been working through the oldest of the four books, a volume with cracked binding and pages that had

gone brittle at the edges,

“Leslie, look at this!” Della said as she held the book out and pointed to a section near the bottom of the page. Leslie leaned over and read the page carefully. “This could work,” she said.

“The blood of a direct descendant can act as a catalyst. It activates the patient’s wolf when the wolf is too weakened to respond on its own. The wolf recognizes the bloodline and uses it as an anchor to pull itself back,” Leslie read out loud.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s do this,” I said.

“It would not cure the poison on its own, but it could wake his wolf to support the healing process while the herbs work against the compound,” Leslie continued.

“Has it been done before?” Della asked.

“There are three documented cases. All three showed improvement initially with two recovering fully. The third did not, but the circumstances were different. The patient had been infected longer.”

“How much longer?” I asked.

“Several months. Your father has been ill for only weeks, not months. This could work,” Leslie replied.

“Then let’s do it,” I said, offering my blood. “We don’t have time to wait for Solon.”

Leslie didn’t argue further. She prepped my arm and drew blood from my arm. Then, she mixed it with healing herbs, testing

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the reaction on a small sample of my father’s blood.

The first attempt produced no reaction, and the blood stayed the odd bluish tinge. The second attempt turned the sample black and Leslie discarded it without comment. The third attempt caused the blood to return to the normal color.

“This is the right combination,” Leslie said. She quickly made the concoction and funneled into small vials before pouring some into a mug. The mixture was clear like water with the smell of lilacs.

“I cannot promise this will work,” Leslie stated. “I need you to understand that.”

“I know,” I said, taking the mug from her. I carried it back to my father. Leslie and Della stayed near the door to give us space.

My father was awake. He looked at me and frowned. “You look terrible. Are you alright? Have you not been sleeping?”

“I’m fine,” I told him as I sat down next to his bed.

“I mean it. You look like you should be in the bed next to mine.” My father studied my face for a moment. “When did you last

eat?”

“Father, I need you to drink this.”

He looked at the mug. Then he looked at my arm where Leslie had put a bandage over where the IV was. “You look like this because of what’s in this mug, right? What is it?” he asked.

“Just a new treatment,” I answered. “Leslie developed it today from an ancient remedy. It is designed to help your wolf respond to the healing herbs. Once you drink it, it will begin working. You are going to recover.”

“All right,” my father said without hesitation, and he took the mug from me.

“You’re going to drink it, just like that?” I asked in surprise.

“Of course, Talia. I know you always have my best interest at heart,” my father said. He drank the mixture and handed the empty mug back to me, forcing a weak smile.

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