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The steady beep of medical equipment filled the private room at Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Olivia Winters lay
motionless on the hospital bed, her chestnut hair spread across the white pillow, her skin nearly as pale as the
sheets that covered her.
Dr. Marcus Fletcher's words echoed in my mind: "Although we've revived her body, her will to
live is gone."
| pulled my chair closer to her bedside, taking her cold hand in mine. Three days had passed since I'd pulled her
from Silvermoon River, and still she hadn't awakened.
"Olivia," | said softly, my thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “I know you can hear
No response. Not even a flicker of her eyelids.
"You're stronger than this, | continued, my voice low but firm. "I've seen your strength at the Crystal Competition,
how you held your head high despite everything."
The monitors continued their steady rhythm, mocking my efforts.
| leaned closer, my gray suit jacket brushing against the edge of her bed. "Olivia, your daughter Lily needs you to
be strong," | murmured, my eyes never leaving her face. "She wouldn't want
you to give up."
At the mention of Lily's name, something changed. A single tear escaped from beneath Olivia's closed eyelids,
trailing down her pale cheek.
But then the monitors shrieked in alarm as her heartbeat plummeted dangerously. "Doctor!" | shouted, jumping
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Dr. Fletcher and two urses rushed in, pushing pastto reach Olivia.
"Her heart rate's dropping," one nurse reported urgently. "Blood pressure falling."
Dr. Fletcher worked with practiced efficiency, administering medications through her IV line while barking orders
to his team.
| backed against the wall, watching helplessly as they fought to stabilize her. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath
my skin, agitated by the crisis unfolding before us.
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"She's stabilizing," Dr. Fletcher announced after several tense minutes. He turned to me, his
expression grave. "Alpha Blackwood, | must advise against mentioning her daughter. It seems
to trigger a severe emotional response that her body can't handle right now."
| nodded, my jaw tight. "Understood."
The medical team filed out, leavingalone with Olivia once more. | returned to my seat
beside her bed, carefully wiping away the tear that had fallen.
"I'm sorry," | whispered, taking her hand again. “I didn't mean to cause you more pain."
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Thomas Griffin, my driver and trusted assistant, was calling.
"Yes?" | answered quietly, not wanting to disturb Olivia.
"Sir, I've confirmed your suspicion," Thomas reported solemnly. "Olivia Winters' daughter, Lily, passed away a
few months ago due to kidney failure while waiting for a transplant."
The revelation strucklike a physical blow. | glanced at Olivia's still form, understanding
now the depth of her grief.
"The child was only five years old," Thomas continued. "There are rumors that a compatible
donor was found but mysteriously redirected to another patient."
My grip tightened on the phone. "Find out who received that kidney, Thomas." "Already working on it, sir."
"What else have you learned?" | asked, my eyes never leaving Olivia's face.
"The funeral was small, attended primarily by Olivia herself and a few pack healers. Alpha
Stone was notably absent."
My wolf growled at this information. What kind of father missed his own daughter's funeral?
"Anything else?" | prompted.
"Yes, sir. After the funeral, Olivia Winters moved out of the Stone Pack House to a small cottage in Maple Grove.
She's been living there alone ever since."
| thanked Thomas and ended the call, my mind processing this new information.
The picture forming was one of profound abandonment and grief.
"Thomas, gather everything you can find about Lily Winters," | instructed in a follow-up call, my voice low but
commanding. "Medical records, personal items, anything that might help us understand what happened to her."
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Within hours, Thomas had delivered a small collection of items to the hospital room. Among
them was a tablet containing videos from Crescent Moon Training Den, where Lily had briefly
attended before her illness worsened.
| scrolled through the files until | found one labeled "Thanksgiving Gratitude Project." The description indicated
that young pups had recorded messages of thanks to family members
who had influenced their lives.
Hoping the sound might reach through Olivia's unconsciousness, | placed the tablet near her
bed and pressed play.
The screen showed a tiny girl with emerald eyes identical to Olivia's. Her small face was
serious as she spoke directly to the camera.
"I'm thankful for my mommy," Lily's sweet voice declared. "She's the best mommy
in all the world. She makesspecial moonberry pancakes when I'm sad, and
she holdsreally tight when my kidney hurts."
My throat tightened as the child continued, her voice growing softer, more earnest.
"If I could be born again, | would still choose Mommy as my mommy. So Mommy,
please don't be sad anymore. Lily loves you the most!"
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