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The silver scalpel gleamed dully in the dim light. My wolf recoiled at the sight of it, instinctively recognizing the danger.
But what was the point of continuing without her? What was the point of anything?
Liv, what’s the point of living without you?
The thought echoed in my mind as I pressed the silver blade against my wrist, feeling its burn even before breaking skin.
(Margaret’s POV)
I hurried down the hospital corridor, thermal container in hand. The nurses had told me Ethan hadn’t eaten all day, refusing the hospital food they’d brought him.
“Such a stubborn boy,” I muttered to myself, though worry gnawed at my insides. The nurses’ concerned expressions had only heightened my anxiety,
I’d prepared his favorite dishes myself – something I hadn’t done in years. Perhaps the comfort of home-cooked food would help lift his spirits,
When I reached his room, I knocked lightly before pushing the door open. “Ethan, dear, I’ve brought you some dinner-“
The words died in my throat as I took in the scene before me. Ethan sat upright in bed, a silver blade pressed against his wrist. Blood – darkened with the poisonous metal – already trickled down his arm.
A scream tore from my throat, primal and terrified. “ETHAN!”
I dropped the container, lunging forward to knock the blade from his hand. It clattered to the floor as I grabbed his bleeding wrist, my wolf instincts flaring in panic.
“Ethan! Ethan, don’t do anything stupid! Don’t scare your mother, don’t be like this!” I pleaded, pressing a towel against the wound.
His eyes were vacant, unfocused, as if he couldn’t even hear me. Blood continued to seep through the towel, the silver already working its poison into his systemi
“Help!” I screamed toward the door. “Somebody help us!”
A nurse appeared in the doorway, her eyes widening in horror at the scene. She immediately pressed an emergency button, calling for assistance.
“It hurts so much, Liv,” Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible. “My heart really hurts.”
Doctors and nurses rushed into the room, pushing me aside as they worked to stabilize him. I watched, helpless, as they lifted him onto a gurney and rushed him toward the operating room to treat the silver poisoning now coursing through his bloodstream.
I collapsed against the wall in the corridor, my legs no longer able to support me. Tears streamed down my face as I buried my head in my hands.
“Ethan, why are you so foolish!” I sobbed, my body shaking uncontrollably.
(Olivia’s POV)
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as I walked through the hospital parking lot. My visit with Leah had lifted my spirits, seeing her excitement over something as simple as makeup had reminded me why I became a healer in the first place.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I almost declined it, but something made me answer.
“Hello?”
“Olivia Winters?” A woman’s voice, thick with tears, came through the speaker.
“Yes, who is this?”
“It’s Margaret Grey. Ethan’s mother. Her voice cracked on her son’s name.
My steps faltered. Margaret Grey had never called me directly before. Something was wrong.
“What do you want?” I asked, my tone cooling instantly.
“Liv, I beg you to come to the hospital and see Ethan. Ethan, he attempted suicide for you, and he was barely saved. The pack healers said that his wolf has no will to live now…” Her voice dissolved into sobs. “Woo woo woo… What happened before was my fault, I apologize to you. Can you save Ethan? He’s my only son!” The words hit me like a physical blow. Ethan had tried to kill himself? My wolf stirred uneasily within me, confused by the conflicting emotions.
“Mrs. Grey,” I said firmly, “I’m sorry about Ethan, but his actions are not my responsibility.”
“Please,” she begged. “Just come see him. One visit. That’s all I ask.”
My amber eyes hardened. “No. Ethan made his choices. So did I. I’ve moved on.”
“You heartless-
I hung up before she could finish, my hand trembling slightly. Leaning against a nearby car, I took several deep breaths to steady myself.
Ethan had attempted suicide. The thought kept repeating in my mind, unwanted and intrusive.
I dialed Connor’s number, needing to hear his voice.
“Livvy?” he answered immediately. “Is everything alright?”
“I just got a call from Margaret Grey! I said, my voice steadier than I felt
“She said Ethan tried to kill himself.”
There was a moment of silence before Connor replied, his voice carefully controlled. “I heard. Silver scalpel to the wrist. He lost a lot of blood.”
“You knew?” I couldn’t keep the accusation from my voice.
“I was going to tell you when I got back, Connor said softly. “I didn’t want to upset you while you were with Leah.”
I closed my eyes, feeling suddenly exhausted Margaret wants me to visit him. She thinks ter save him.
“And what do you want to do?” Connor asked, no judgment in his tone.
“I want to go home,” I whispered. “With you.”
Then that’s what we’ll do,” he said simply. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
As I waited for Connor, I couldn’t help but think about Ethan. Despite everything. I didn’t want him dead. But couldn’t be responsible for his life choices either.
My wolf whined softly within me, senning my distress. I soothed her with gentle thoughts, reminding us both that we had found our true mate in Connor.
Whatever happened to Ethan now was beyond my control.
(Ethan’s POV)
Pain. That was the first sensation that greeted me as consciousness returned. A burning, throbbing pain in my left wrist that pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, my vision blurry at first. The harsh hospital lights made me wince.
“Liv?” The name escaped my lips before I could stop it, a desperate, hopeful whisper.
“Ethan! You’re awake!” My mother’s voice, not Olivia’s.
As my vision cleared, I saw the room was full of people. My parents stood closest to the bed, my mother’s eyes red and swollen from crying. Lucas Bennett and Jason Mitchell hovered near the door, their expressions And in the corner, partially turned away, stood Cassandra, her shoulders stiff. a mixture of relief and concern
But no Olivia.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice rough from disuse.
My father’s face darkened with fury. “Is that all you can think about? That she wolf who’s driven you to this?” He gestured angrily at my bandaged wrist. “Look at yourself! The heir to the Grey pack, trying to end his life over a female who’s already chosen another mate!”
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