The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 446

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**The Perfect 446**

Ella’s POV

The sound of Lucien’s laughter echoed through the room, bright and joyful, like a melody that had just begun to dance in the air. It was as if he had just stirred from a peaceful slumber, his spirit unburdened by the shadows that had loomed over him.

Dr. Evelyn gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief as she sprang into action, dropping to her knees beside my wheelchair with an urgency that spoke volumes. I found myself frozen in place, unable to voice a single protest as she reached for one of the bandages wrapped around Lucien’s arm. The transformation in my son’s condition was so sudden, so astonishing, that I could hardly comprehend it.

Just moments earlier, he had been lost to us, trapped in the throes of unconsciousness and agony. And now… now he radiated happiness. The pallor that had once dominated his little face was giving way to a hint of color, a sign of life returning to him. Though he still appeared a bit frail and weak, there was a palpable shift in his being.

He was…

Better.

“I can hardly believe my eyes,” Dr. Evelyn murmured, her voice thick with awe as she stepped aside, allowing Alexander to lean in for a closer look. “His wounds are beginning to heal!”

Alexander and I leaned in closer, our gazes fixated on Lucien’s arm. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the skin gradually mend itself, stitching together as though an adult’s body were drawing on the full strength of its wolf to facilitate the healing. I instinctively gripped Alexander’s arm with my free hand, my nails pressing into his skin, a physical manifestation of my astonishment.

“What if his wolf emerged early?” Alexander blurted out, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and disbelief. “Do you think it came to help him heal?”

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting as I turned my gaze back to my son, who was now smiling up at me, his joy infectious. I reached out through the bond we shared, that deep, maternal connection, but I felt nothing—no sign of a pup, no trace of a wolf.

No… This was due to the crystal, wasn’t it? The small shard still embedded in my chest, its warmth pulsing faintly, though I could feel its energy waning with each passing moment.

A sudden realization washed over me: it was the crystal that had brought about Lucien’s recovery. Not his wolf. Not the medications he had received.

It was me.

“I think… I think it might be the crystal,” I whispered, casting a significant glance at Alexander, hoping he would understand the weight of my words.

His eyes widened in shock as he pulled back slightly, the surprise evident on his face. Dr. Evelyn’s brow furrowed in confusion. “How can you be certain?” she inquired, her voice laced with skepticism.

“I felt… this warmth envelop me as I held him,” I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. “It washed over him, and then he woke up.” I carefully shifted Lucien into Dr. Evelyn’s arms, allowing her to examine him. He gurgled happily, blowing a spit bubble in her direction, as if to punctuate the moment. “I can’t quite articulate it, but I believe it came from the crystal.”

“How utterly fascinating…” Dr. Evelyn murmured, cradling my son as she scrutinized his wounds. Indeed, the cuts were visibly healing, though some were progressing at a slower pace than others. The deeper lacerations would likely take more time, but the shallower ones were already beginning to smooth over, leaving behind faint streaks of raised, red flesh.