The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383

Avery’s POV

The boy was young, no older than Bjorn. He was small for his age, with sandy blond hair that had clearly once been full and shiny, but was now dull and thin and falling out, leaving behind bald patches on his scalp.

I sat beside his bed, gently holding his tiny hand and rubbing soothing lines back and forth across his knuckles with my thumb. The nurse said that his parents were no longer around; they had unfortunately passed away in a car accident when he was a baby, leaving him an orphan.

He wasn’t alone, though. The people of Evergreen were good and selfless. A family took him in. Raised him as their own, and raised him well.

He was a good boy, she said. Smart and kind and sweet.

The sickness took him quickly and violently. In days, according to the nurse, he went from being a vibrant, healthy little boy who liked to rum and climb trees to a shell of his former self. He lost weight, lost the light in his eyes, his appetite, everything.

Now, pretty much all he did was sleep; when he wasn’t sleeping, he was crying from the pain, so the nurses kept him sedated most of the time so he didn’t suffer.

It broke my heart to see a child like this. He should have been out playing with the other kids, not laying in bed, hanging onto life by a thread.

But that was how the sickness went, it seemed. One day, these kids were fine, and the next, their immune systems simply gave up.

The fact that these issues weren’t pack-specific was incredibly concerning to me. No one knew why kids with autoimmune disorders were suddenly cropping up across multiple packs. As far as we were aware, it wasn’t related to soil, water, or air quality.

The kids just got sick all of a sudden, and no one could put their finger on it.

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