Chapter 0048
Chapter 0048
Agnes
+25 BONUS
The sterile, clinical scent of the pack doctor’s office filled my senses as I sat in the examination room, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead doing little to calm my nerves. The polished white walls seemed to close in on me, cold and indifferent. It had been hours since the tests started–bloodwork, scans, and even mystical evaluations meant to unearth whatever had been wrong with me for the past five years.
I was beyond exhausted, but more than that, I felt numb.
Elijah sat across from me, his broad frame tense, his dark eyes locked on me as if he could shield me from whatever news was coming with sheer will alone. That was just like him–silent, stoic, protective. But there was nothing either of us could do now.
We were at the mercy of the doctors.
Dr. Monroe, the lead pack physician, finally entered the room, a folder tucked under his arm. His expression was calm, professional, but not encouraging. He set the folder down and glanced between me and Elijah.
“We’ve reviewed all of the data,” he began, his voice steady “After thorough evaluations, we’ve ruled out any physical reason for your wolf’s disappearance. There’s no sign of injury, disease, or physiological suppression.”
1 swallowed hard, feeling Elijah shift beside me, his muscles tightening. This was no surprise–it was what I had expected. The loss of my wolf hadn’t felt like something physical. Still, hearing it confirmed did nothing to ease the tight knot of anxiety that had settled in my chest.
Dr. Monroe continued, his tone careful but factual.
“What we did find is that your wolf’s absence appears to be magical in nature. There’s no natural reason your wolf would be gone for this long. Even intense grief, like the kind you experienced after your child’s death, wouldn’t cause this kind of complete disappearance.”
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I blinked, the doctor’s words washing over me in slow motion. Magical? I hadn’t even considered that possibility.
“Magical?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. I glanced at Elijah, but he remained still, though I could sense the anger building inside him. “What does that even mean?”
Dr. Monroe gave a small nod. “We believe your wolf has been sealed–most likely by a witch.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“A witch?” The very idea seemed absurd. “That doesn’t make any sense. Witches are… they’re not real. Not anymore.”
“They’re extremely rare,” Dr. Monroe acknowledged. “Most packs haven’t had contact with witches in centuries, But based on our consultations with external experts, this is the most plausible explanation for your wolf’s prolonged absence.”
I sat in silence, the weight of the revelation settling over me. A witch’s spell. Of all the things I had imagined, this was not one of them. And yet, there was a strange sort of relief in having an answer, even one as far–fetched as this. It was better than not knowing. Better than the endless void of uncertainty I had been living in for the past five years.
Elijah, on the other hand, was far less composed. His jaw clenched, and a low growl rumbled in his chest.
“So what do we do now?” he asked, his voice cold and demanding. “How do we find this witch?”
Dr. Monroe hesitated, glancing down at the folder as if searching for the right words.
Chapter 0048
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“That’s where the challenge lies. We don’t have any known connections to the witching community, and finding a witch who cast a spell five years ago will be extremely difficult.”
Elijah let out a sharp breath, his frustration palpable.
“That’s not good enough. We need more than that.”
I reached over, placing a hand on Elijah’s arm, trying to calm him.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said softly. “Rushing won’t help.”
Elijah didn’t respond, but his gaze remained hard, fixed on Dr. Monroe as if daring him to offer a better solution. The doctor cleared his throat.
“We’ll continue our search for leads, but in the meantime, would advise caution. The magical community is unpredictable, and contacting witches isn’t something to take lightly.”
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I nodded, though my thoughts were elsewhere. The idea of finding a witch felt impossible, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. But it was something, at least.
