Chapter 121: Chapter 121 Severed Connection
Seraphina’s POV
"What is wrong with you, Julian?" The words burst from my lips, sharp with the frustration that had been building inside me like a storm. "You’re treating me like I’m some kind of threat, like I committed some terrible crime."
I couldn’t understand what I had said that would make him doubt my character, and it infuriated me how he had twisted everything around to make me the villain.
He winced, his eyes avoiding mine completely. His mind seemed miles away, locked behind barriers I couldn’t penetrate. "I’m just under a lot of pressure, Seraphina." His voice came out rough and weary. "I shouldn’t have taken it out on you."
A harsh laugh escaped me. "Pressure? That’s your explanation? Julian, I’m not blind. There’s something else eating at you, something you’re keeping from me." My tone grew gentler, desperate. "I need to know what it is. You’ve even shut me out completely from your thoughts. That tells me you’re hiding something major."
His gaze finally met mine, dark eyes swirling with turmoil. He paused, seeming to choose his words with extreme care. "Right now, Seraphina, we need to focus on controlling your powers before they get worse."
"Stop talking down to me. You’re acting like I would actually support someone who stole my daughter. Someone who’s murdering innocent people without a second thought." The words came out heated because his attitude was driving me crazy.
I felt sorry for the boy who had lost his father and family, but I felt nothing but disgust for what he had become.
A monster who cared about nothing and no one.
"I apologize for what I said earlier, but I can barely think clearly with everything that’s happening to you." His admission made sense to me.
I was terrified too.
"I despise this feeling. I can’t control any of it, and I can’t make it stop, and it always happens at the worst possible moments!" My voice broke. "We should be concentrating on Dorian and his plans right now. More than anything, I want to spend time with my daughter and really get to know her. Instead, I keep ending up unconscious in the medical wing because of this curse." The words poured out, driven by raw terror.
This wasn’t something I had ever wanted, and while I might have wished for a wolf once upon a time, I had reached a point where it no longer mattered.
I could have lived perfectly well without one, especially if it was going to cause this much chaos.
His hand came up to cradle my face, his touch warm and soothing. "We’ll figure this out together, Seraphina." A gentle smile crossed his features, and I managed to return it weakly. He leaned closer, pressing his lips to mine in a tender, reassuring kiss.
Just as the tension between us started to dissolve, someone knocked on the door. Dr. Neville walked in, his expression serious, though I hoped he brought good news. "I have an option," he declared, his voice urgent. "It comes with risks, but at this moment, it’s our only viable choice."
Hope flared in my chest. "We’re willing to try anything, Doctor," Julian responded quickly before I could speak.
"As long as it won’t kill me. This power is becoming dangerous to my health." If this ability was supposed to be so powerful and protective, why hadn’t it helped me save my baby?
If it was useless to me, then I didn’t want it.
He nodded firmly. "There’s a medication I can give you that will temporarily block your access to your wolf. The connection will be cut off for several hours while the drug works through your system. We can continue treatments for several days until we discover a permanent fix."
Julian’s forehead creased with worry. "What kind of impact will this have on her wolf?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety.
"The effects on her wolf will be severe," Dr. Neville acknowledged gravely. "However, if she doesn’t receive this treatment, if nothing prevents her from accessing these powers, the next episode could put her in a coma. Or kill her. Her body and mind are reaching their breaking point."
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Anger and confusion swirled inside me. I couldn’t comprehend why, among everyone else, I was cursed with these unmanageable abilities. I glanced between Julian and the doctor, silently begging for help. We both agreed without hesitation. There wasn’t any alternative.
Dr. Neville injected something into my arm. An odd, cold feeling traveled through my bloodstream, followed by overwhelming fatigue. "I want to go home," I murmured, barely able to form the words.
I was sick of this place and desperately needed to rest in familiar surroundings. Thankfully, they both agreed to let me leave.
When we arrived home, the children ran to welcome me. Theo, always so observant, immediately noticed something was wrong. "Mommy, you look sick." I forced a weary smile and pulled him into my arms. "Mommy is just extremely tired right now, baby. But I’m going to be fine." His contented sigh brought me a small measure of peace. I saw that Elena seemed more at ease than she had this morning, genuine joy lighting up her face, which warmed my heart.
As long as my children were happy, I could endure anything.
After spending precious time with my kids, duty eventually called me away. I headed to the pack house hours later, since Julian had already gone ahead, and as Luna, I needed to make an appearance. I had to offer my condolences to Mr. Miller’ family, who had lost their loved one.
Witnessing their devastating grief and pain filled me with guilt. I had tried to defend Dorian’s actions to Julian earlier, but seeing this loss firsthand, feeling the void in their lives, made me realize how completely wrong I had been. No one deserved to die so violently, and he had left behind a family who loved him.
I fulfilled my responsibilities as Luna, making sure everything was properly organized for tonight’s funeral. I consoled his heartbroken mate and children, honoring the memory of the man they had lost.
As I prepared to leave, I found myself facing my parents. Their faces revealed nothing, a sharp contrast to the raw emotions I had just witnessed. "Seraphina," my father said, his voice heavy with seriousness. "We need to have a conversation."
Nothing good ever came from those words, and I could feel in my bones that something terrible was about to unfold.
