"Mrs. Stone," I tried again. "Are you hurt?"


    She finally looked at me, her eyes focusing slightly. "He let Lily die," she whispered. "He chose


    Emma over our daughter."


    Before I could respond, the medical team burst through the door. Dr. Harold Bet led the


    376


    team, his experienced eyes quickly assessing the situation.


    "Get him stabilized for transport," Dr. Bet ordered his team. "The silver is preventing


    healing. We need to flush the wound immediately."


    +15 Points>


    As they worked on Alpha Ethan, I noticed his eyes flutter open. Despite his weakened state,


    his voice carried the unmistakablemand of an Alpha.


    "Maxwell," he rasped. "Don''t call the Enforcers."


    Dr. Bet looked up sharply. "Alpha, this is an attempted murder-"


    "No," Ethan interrupted, his voice weak but firm. "Olivia is innocent. This stays within the pack.


    Absolute secrecy."


    The medical team exchanged nces but knew better than to question a direct order from


    their Alpha.


    "Maxwell," Ethan continued, his voice fading as the sedatives took effect. "Call Lucas


    ckwood. Tell him to take care of Olivia."


    His eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving me with the impossible task of exining this situation to one of the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory.


    I looked at Mrs. Stone, still sitting in shock with blood drying on her hands, and wondered what could have possibly happened to bring them to this point.


    (Victoria''s POV)


    The moment Olivia pushed me, I knew I was in trouble. My designer heels werepletely unsuited for the uneven cemetery ground, and I felt myself losing bnce.


    "You b***h!" I screamed, arms iling as I tried to regain my footing.


    In my panic, my foot connected with the stupid urn I''d been taunting her with. The cracked container rolled toward the edge of the rocky outcrop, and to my horror, I followed it.


    The ground disappeared beneath me, and for one terrifying moment, I was falling through open air. My stomach lurched as gravity pulled me down.


    By some miracle, my hand caught a protruding tree branch growing from the side of the outcrop. The sudden stop nearly dislocated my shoulder, but I clung to it desperately.


    "Help!" I screamed, looking up at the edge where Olivia stood. "Olivia, help me!"


    But she wasn''t even looking at me. Her attention was fixed on the scattered ashes being carried away by the night breeze, her face a mask of devastation.


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    +15 Points)


    My grip on the branch was precarious at best. My manicured nails dug into the rough bark,


    breaking one by one as I struggled to hold on.


    "Please!" I called again, but Olivia had already turned away, clutching the empty urn to her


    chest.


    The branch creaked ominously under my weight. I tried to swing my legs up to find purchase


    on the rock face, but the movement only weakened my grip further.


    Myst fingernail broke, and I felt myself falling again. This time, there was nothing to catch


    1. me.


    The impact when I hit the ground knocked the breath from my lungs. A searing pain shot


    through my lower back, so intense that ck spots danced before my eyes.


    I tried to move, to call for help, but my body wouldn''t respond. Thest thing I saw before


    consciousness slipped away was the moon shining coldly above me, indifferent to


    my


    suffering.


    I don''t know how long Iy there, drifting in and out of consciousness. The cold night air


    chilled my body, making me shiver despite the numbness spreading through my limbs.


    Morning light was filtering through the trees when I heard voices approaching.


    "Oh my god, there''s someone down there!" a female voice called out.


    "Call emergency services!" a male voice responded.


    I tried to speak, to call for help, but only a weak moan escaped my lips.


    The next few hours passed in a blur of pain and confusion. Paramedics carefully stabilizing


    my neck and back. The jarring ambnce ride to Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Doctors


    hovering over me, their faces grim as they examined my injuries.


    When I finally regained full consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the smell. A foul,


    unwashed odor that assaulted my sensitive werewolf nose.


    I turned my head to see an elderly wolf in the bed next to mine, snoring loudly with his mouth


    open.


    "What is this?" I demanded, my voice hoarse. "Why am I not in a private room?”


    A nurse approached, clipboard in hand. "Ms. Frost, you''re in the general ward. We''re at


    capacity with the full moon injuries."


    "This is uneptable!" I tried to sit up but found I couldn''t move my lower body. "Do you know


    who I am? Call Alpha Stone immediately!"


    +15 Points >


    The elderly wolf in the next bed woke up, ring at me. "Keep it down, will ya? Some of us are


    trying to rest."


    "How dare you speak to me that way?" I snarled, my wolf rising to the surface. "I am Victoria


    Frost, personal friend of Alpha King Ethan Stone!"


    "Don''t care if you''re the Moon Goddess herself," the old wolf grumbled. "You''re making too


    much noise."


    Rage boiled within me. I reached for the water ss on my bedside table, intending to throw it


    at him.


    That''s when I realized something was terribly wrong. I could move my arms, but below my


    waist... nothing. No sensation. No movement.


    "Nurse!" I called, panic rising in my throat. "Nurse, I can''t move my legs!"