{~~Avery Sterling~~}I came back from my talk with Logan, my mind racing with the implications of everything we’d discussed. The king being here was seriously disturbing me. Something about his presence is throwing me off. The weight of the situation was pressing down on me, making it hard to focus on anything else. But there was no time to dwell on it; I had more pressing matters to attend to.I headed straight for the room where Ava was being held, my footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor. The cold, sterile walls of the facility seemed to close in around me, amplifying the tension that had been building since this whole ordeal began. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a steady, relentless beat that matched the urgency of the situation. It was high time Ava told me what she knew. I couldn’t afford to let her keep silent any longer. Too much was at stake, and the clock was ticking.It’s time for her to tell me everything.As I approached the door, I took a deep breath
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I had to contact Logan. The moment I saw the blood pooling beneath my sister, the cold, hard reality of the situation hit me like a freight train. The surgery wasn’t going as planned—not by a long shot. The baby had been delivered, but something was horribly wrong. Her pulse was weak, her skin ashen, and the monitors were screaming with alarm. The doctors were doing everything they could, but it wasn’t enough. She was bleeding out, slipping away with every passing second, and all I could think was that this couldn’t be happening—not now, not like this.For a moment, I froze, watching the chaos unfold in slow motion. The nurses scrambled around her, hands moving frantically as they tried to stem the flow of blood. Doctor Shawn’s face was a mask of concentration, but even he couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes. My sister’s life was hanging by a thread, and if she died, everything we’d been working towards would be lost. She was the only key we had to Rex, the only p
{~~Logan Grey~~}When the king and his wife showed up at my office, I thought they were going to talk about something but after an initial questioning of my skills, they told me to have dinner with them. I’m not going alone, Avery will be there with me.We’re getting ready now. After the whole surgery fiasco. The hospital decided they would watch Ava’s child for a while then we could decide what to do with the baby. I would like to talk to Avery about it. The child cannot go, Ava, she’s going to prison. I don’t know who will take the child. Especially one attached to this scandal. No orphanage will accept this child, and even if they do they might treat the child wrongly.We have the children from the other women, but we don’t have the women. They’re the key factor. The kids remember nothing. If they haven’t sold the children, then what is Darren’s endgame here?I just know in my gut that it has something to do with Avery. I turned my eyes to her. The red dress looks amazing on her bo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}“That was dumb. We need to be on his side. He’s going to mess with what we’re doing. He’ll—” I began, my voice tinged with frustration as the car hummed along the dark, winding road. The trees outside blurred together, a streak of shadowy green against the setting sun as if the world was rushing past us while we remained stuck in the same argument.“He shouldn’t have treated you that way,” Logan interrupted, his tone firm, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but I could sense the storm brewing behind them. The way he clenched his teeth, the way his hands tightened around the leather wheel—it was all so very Logan, ready to defend me, ready to protect, even when I wasn’t asking for it.“We spent less than five minutes there, Logan,” I countered, my voice rising slightly, frustration lacing each word. “We didn’t eat or drink anything. But you—” I paused, trying to gather my thoughts, trying n
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The next day found me back at the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of activity swirling around me like a familiar, albeit somewhat overwhelming, embrace. My injuries still stung, a constant, nagging reminder of the chaos that had brought me to this point, but I was feeling better—well enough for the CMO to clear me for duty.With that clearance, I was officially off paid leave and back on the clock, ready to immerse myself in the work that had always provided me with a sense of purpose, even in the darkest of times. It was strange, the way the hospital felt both like a sanctuary and a battlefield, the place where I found my strength but also where I faced the harshest realities.By noon, I had already handled eight patients, each one a different story, a different challenge. The steady rhythm of checking vitals, adjusting medications, and offering reassurances brought a sense of normalcy, of control, that I desperately needed. It was a welcome
{~~Avery Sterling~~}After making the call to the lawyer, a sense of urgency settled into my bones. The day was far from over, and I needed to keep my focus sharp. As if on cue, Logan approached me, a somber expression etched across his face."I’ve got a case for you," he said, holding out a file. "I’ve been looking into this patient’s records, and I’m concerned. It looks like a possible case of Lycan Decay Syndrome, but it’s progressing much faster than usual."His words sent a shiver down my spine. Lycan Decay Syndrome, or LDS, was rare, but when it did strike, it was a slow, agonizing process that left patients withering away over months, sometimes years. The idea that someone could be deteriorating rapidly from it was alarming. But not uncommon. But for the person to be at the hospital where we already have one patient of the same case? That was rare.I took the file from him, flipping it open as he continued to explain. "The patient is a female, her mid-thirties. She came in comp
{~~Logan Grey~~}The patient we were desperately trying to save was entrusted to Avery's capable hands. There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone could pull them back from the brink, it was her. Avery had a calm, steady presence in the operating room, a quality that not only inspired confidence but also had a way of making even the most critical situations seem manageable. Although she isn’t in the OR right now, she’s in the basement trying to create something to slow the brain rot Ms Reynolds is facing. I wanted to be there, to assist her in any way I could, but before I could even scrub in, my phone rang. It was Ryan.Ryan’s name flashing on my phone immediately set off alarm bells. He never called during work hours unless it was something serious. My first thought was that it had something to do with the case we were both working on, but there was a tone in his voice—urgent yet restrained—that told me this wasn’t about work. He was at my office, and he needed to talk.I hesitate
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I sat in the basement lab, the dim overhead light casting shadows across the rows of scientific equipment that lined the counters. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and the faint hum of machinery. Before me, a small vial of Ms. Reynolds' blood sat on the table, its deep red hue glinting under the light. This sample was the key—the starting point in a race against time to find a way to slow down the brain rot that was ravaging her mind due to Lycan Decay Syndrome (LDS).I reached for my laptop, its screen coming to life with a soft glow. Opening a new document, I began outlining the steps I needed to take. The textbooks I had gathered earlier were stacked high beside me, each one marked with tabs on chapters I would need to reference.First, I needed to isolate the specific enzymes and proteins in Ms. Reynolds' blood that were being affected by the LDS. I carefully transferred a small amount of the blood into a centrifuge tube, sealing it tightly before