It was more serious and deadlier than she thought. “Put them under a lot of morphine,” Emma hastily ordered the interns as she jogged back into the intensive care unit ward. Her heart wrenched as she watched Steve shiver in pain with his eyes rolled up into his dead. For the first time in after five years, she was at loss at what to do.
See this as a challenge. She told herself. You are a healer, and one of the things that comes with it is solving the problem. Now, what is the problem?
She looked at the charts monitor and saw that Steve’s fever was getting higher by the minute.
“What do we do?” Sarah asked as she looked at Emma pensively.
“A CT scan immediately,” Emma said. “We need to see exactly how this virus works, we need to see how it multiplies, we need to see how it regenerates, from there, we will know what to do from the results.”
Sarah left the room to get the interns to wheel the Alpha to the lab.
“Interesting,” Emma whispered. The Viruses were actively working and attached themselves to every organ of Steve’s anatomy. They had even found a way to his brain.
“I still find it amazing that he could still walk all the way here,” Sarah said. “The brain strokes here indicate that he is going through immense pain.”
Emma and Sarah were standing in the room with the lab technician with screen monitors showing image of Steve’s internal structures. The monitors displayed the high-resolution images of his bones, organs, blood vessels and soft tissues.
“Its everywhere,” Emma whispered and shook her head wondering how someone could create something as deadly as this.
The Virus was red in colour and was multiplying by the minute.
“Print out everything,” Emma told the lab technician.
“What do we do about him and the rest,” Sarah asked.
“Give him a lot of morphine to deal with the pain, intravenously,” Emma replied.
“A lot of morphine?” Sarah asked in disbelief. “It could lead to cardiac arrest!”
“They can take it, Sarah, trust me and do the same for the rest of them including anyone that comes with the same virus,” Emma said as she hastily left the lab room.
Sarah ran to catch up with her. “Look, Emma, something is not right with the anatomy of this man, his organs look bigger than normal and this virus is something I have never ever seen before. What is going on?” She asked.
“Look, Sarah, I will tell you everything in time but now our main priority is to save these men first,” Emma said.
“Alright, Emma but you and I know that they are not men.” Sarah said and turned away to do what I asked of her.
The lab results were on her table before she got to the office. She sat behind her desk which was cluttered with different volumes of medical books of different editions.
She raised the x-rays up to the fluorescent light and looked closely at the tiny red cells that was attacking the werewolf immune system. She did the same thing with the organs and the brain scans.
She realized that the virus was more active in the brain. It was attacking the very essence of the werewolf. The Mind. This was very vicious.
Time was running out. She took Steve’s blood sample and put a tiny drop on a small square transparent plate. She put it under the microscope on her table and magnified the lens.
She peered in and gasped in shock. The virus was multiplying faster than she thought. She watched in horror as a tiny cell broke into two, then four, then eight and watched as these cells attacked the white blood cells that was meant to protect his immune system.
Calm down, Emma. She told herself. Do not panic, just think of a solution.
“How the hell is he still alive?” Emma asked as she adjusted the lens to get a closer look. She knew what to do immediately.
She took the remaining sample and literarily ran to find Sarah. She was getting excited as the moments went by, it had been a long time since she solved a medical mystery.
“Sarah,” She called her confidant who was busy supervising the interns who were given the morphine to the agonized werewolves.
Sarah turned to Emma with a worried expression.
“Do you want to join me on an experiment?” Emma asked.
“On what?” Sarah asked as she recognized the look of excitement on Emma’s face.
Emma raised the vial with Steve’s blood. “You are an Immunologist, and this virus is attacking all the patient’s immune system viciously. It was like it was specifically designed to do so,” Emma said.
Sarah’s face lit up. “So, we break down the virus to see its biological component.”
“Exactly!” Emma said.
They both ran to Sarah’s lab where the Immunologist went to work. She but the blood sample in NGS. (Next Generation Sequencer) and within minutes the entire make up of the virus was revealed.
“Interesting,” Sarah as said as Emma waited impatiently. “I do not recognize this DNA and I have seen so many.
Emma recognized the DNA in fact she also had the DNA in her own system. It was a werewolf DNA. But she was not yet ready to tell Sarah about that yet.
“Now we use the Ultracentrifuge machine to separate the virus to their barest cell to see how they were created,” Sarah said and did and she spoke.
The Ultracentrifuge was a large, sturdy, and enclosed machine that was designed to spin samples at extremely high speeds, generating centrifugal force.
“This is amazing” Sarah said. “Look.”
Emma looked at the large screen displaying the results and her stomach sank. This was worse than she could ever imagine.
“It’s like whoever made this laid an internal siege in into the blood streams.”
“What is this shinning cell?” Sarah asked, her voice tinged with awe and wonder.It was the werewolf gene and what was also responsible for making bonds between other wolves possible but Emma was not going to say that. It was not yet time for Sarah to know about her world. It was too dangerous.“Please send the result to my office right away, I need to go see one of the patients,” Emma said and left Sarah’s lab.There was a lot of questions on her mind as she walked and passed by other nurses and patients being prepped for surgeries or scans. It was a really busy night for her and like always she was spending it in the hospital. In all honesty, there was no one waiting for her at home.Her work as a healer and doctor was her life. She was a neurosurgeon at the hospital but a healer and user of wolf magic off duty. Sometimes she combined to the two which was rare.However, she knew that she was going to have to use both her medical and healing abilities to help Steve. But first she nee
Emma had no idea if what she was about to do was going to work but she had to try. From her discussion with Steve, she had realized that she needed to slow down the attack of the virus until she could find an actual cure. She already had everything she needed. The blood sample and the biological make up of how the virus worked. However, she still had no idea about the main substance used to engineer the virus but she knew that werewolf DNA was involved. She had left Steve in his ward and was finding her way back to Sarah’s office.Sarah almost bumped into her as he got to the entrance of her lab.“Emma!” Sarah cried out in excitement. “You are not going to believe what I have found.”“I hope it is a miracle, Sarah, because I need all the help that I can get.” Emma replied as she fully entered the lab. “What did you find?”Sarah sat on her work stool and pushed her microscope towards Emma to look. “I extracted the virus itself to see what it was specifically made of.” Sarah said. “I c
“I don’t believe it,” Sarah exclaimed as she watched the charts connected to Steve’s body. The werewolf was stable and his blood pressure was back to normal. Well, not human being normal but a win was a win.Emma could believe it because being a healer was a large part of her identity. A knock brought their attention away from Steve. It was a female nurse who had a puzzled expression on her face.“Um, Doctor Emma, the patients that came in all seem to be doing just fine,” she said. Emma nodded, relieved. “Thank you and keep a close watch on them for any changes.” Emma replied. The Nurse nodded and left.“Mercury Chloride,” Sarah murmured and shook her head, still amazed.Steve stirred awake and moaned a little. His eyes flew open and he looked around until his gaze fell on the woman that he had rejected a long time ago. “Emma,” he groaned and tried to get up.Emma ran to his bed side and gently pushed him on his back. A small jolt of electrical current passed through her as she did.
Chapter One: The BondThe moon hung blood-red over the Spring Equinox celebration, a crimson eye watching the gathered wolves below. Emma Adams smoothed her silver dress for the hundredth time, trying to calm her racing heart. At twenty-three, she'd attended enough pack ceremonies to know the routine, but tonight felt different. The air crackled with possibility, heavy with magic that made her wolf pace restlessly beneath her skin, claws scraping against her consciousness with growing urgency.Through the towering windows of the Sterling Creek Pack house, moonlight painted the marble floors in shades of ruby and garnet. Emma's fingers trembled as she tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear, the familiar scents of pack and home doing nothing to calm her nerves. Her wolf was never this restless during ceremonies, yet tonight she prowled through Emma's mind like a caged thing, sensing something momentous on the horizon."Stop fidgeting," her best friend Lily whispered, nudging
Emma's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Three attempts to pack a simple suitcase, and she'd managed nothing but a mess of scattered clothes and broken sobs. The rejection bond throbbed like an open wound in her chest, each pulse a reminder of Steve's cold eyes. She stumbled to her bathroom, gripping the counter as another wave of pain ripped through her body. Her wolf clawed at her insides, desperate to run back to the pack house, to beg for what they'd lost."A healer apprentice? The Sterling Creek Pack needs someone of proper breeding..."His words echoed in her mind, each syllable a fresh cut. The mirror caught her reflection—mascara-stained cheeks, silver dress now wrinkled and stained with tears. Her green eyes, usually bright with determination, looked hollow, haunted. Emma ripped the dress off with trembling fingers, the silk tearing with a satisfying screech. She couldn't bear its touch against her skin a moment longer. It represented everything she'd lost tonight, everything she'
"Dr. Adams, we need you in Trauma One!"Emma dropped her half-finished coffee and sprinted down the Seattle Grace Hospital corridor, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Friday nights in the ER were always chaos, but something in Sarah's voice set off her instincts. Not just urgency—fear. Her wolf, usually dormant during her hospital shifts, stirred uneasily beneath her skin.Five years of emergency medicine had taught her to read the signs. The way the nurses avoided her eyes. The peculiar tension in the air. The subtle shift in scents that her weakened supernatural senses could still detect. Whatever waited behind those trauma room doors wasn't a typical case.She caught the metallic scent the moment she pushed through the doors. Wolf blood. The distinctive copper-and-lightning smell hit her like a physical blow, making her wolf surge forward with recognition."Male, early thirties," Sarah rattled off, falling into step beside her. Her friend's usually steady hands sho
Emma's hands didn't shake as she snapped on fresh gloves. They couldn't. Not now. Not when every second mattered. She'd spent five years building walls around her heart, learning to be Dr. Adams instead of just Emma, the rejected mate. But all that careful distance threatened to shatter as the ambulance sirens grew louder.The trauma bay doors burst open with a bang that made her wolf flinch. Paramedics wheeled in the gurney, their voices clipped with urgency. "Male, multiple lacerations, possible chemical exposure—"The words faded to white noise the moment she saw him. Steve Kane lay unconscious, his proud features twisted in pain. Blood soaked through his torn shirt, turning the fabric from navy to black. That same wrong chemical scent clung to his wounds, stronger now, more potent. Someone had wanted to make sure the Alpha didn't survive this attack."Start two large-bore IVs," Emma ordered, her doctor's training taking over where her emotions threatened to fail. Her voice remaine
"Three dead wolves in one night." Emma stared at the toxicology reports spread across her office desk, the numbers blurring after eighteen straight hours on shift. "All with the same modified poison."Sarah locked the door behind her, carrying fresh coffee. "The labs came back on the latest victim. Blood work's identical to the others.""And getting worse." Emma pulled up the molecular analysis on her computer. "The poison's evolving. Each batch is more sophisticated than the last."Through her office window, she could see Steve's room across the hall. He'd finally fallen into a restless sleep, his fever hovering at dangerous levels despite her magical intervention. Even unconscious, he commanded attention—the Alpha in him refusing to be diminished by something as mundane as near-fatal poisoning."You should get some rest," Sarah said, studying her face. "You've been running on fumes since they brought him in.""I'm fine.""Right." Sarah's tone dripped skepticism. "That's why you've b
“I don’t believe it,” Sarah exclaimed as she watched the charts connected to Steve’s body. The werewolf was stable and his blood pressure was back to normal. Well, not human being normal but a win was a win.Emma could believe it because being a healer was a large part of her identity. A knock brought their attention away from Steve. It was a female nurse who had a puzzled expression on her face.“Um, Doctor Emma, the patients that came in all seem to be doing just fine,” she said. Emma nodded, relieved. “Thank you and keep a close watch on them for any changes.” Emma replied. The Nurse nodded and left.“Mercury Chloride,” Sarah murmured and shook her head, still amazed.Steve stirred awake and moaned a little. His eyes flew open and he looked around until his gaze fell on the woman that he had rejected a long time ago. “Emma,” he groaned and tried to get up.Emma ran to his bed side and gently pushed him on his back. A small jolt of electrical current passed through her as she did.
Emma had no idea if what she was about to do was going to work but she had to try. From her discussion with Steve, she had realized that she needed to slow down the attack of the virus until she could find an actual cure. She already had everything she needed. The blood sample and the biological make up of how the virus worked. However, she still had no idea about the main substance used to engineer the virus but she knew that werewolf DNA was involved. She had left Steve in his ward and was finding her way back to Sarah’s office.Sarah almost bumped into her as he got to the entrance of her lab.“Emma!” Sarah cried out in excitement. “You are not going to believe what I have found.”“I hope it is a miracle, Sarah, because I need all the help that I can get.” Emma replied as she fully entered the lab. “What did you find?”Sarah sat on her work stool and pushed her microscope towards Emma to look. “I extracted the virus itself to see what it was specifically made of.” Sarah said. “I c
“What is this shinning cell?” Sarah asked, her voice tinged with awe and wonder.It was the werewolf gene and what was also responsible for making bonds between other wolves possible but Emma was not going to say that. It was not yet time for Sarah to know about her world. It was too dangerous.“Please send the result to my office right away, I need to go see one of the patients,” Emma said and left Sarah’s lab.There was a lot of questions on her mind as she walked and passed by other nurses and patients being prepped for surgeries or scans. It was a really busy night for her and like always she was spending it in the hospital. In all honesty, there was no one waiting for her at home.Her work as a healer and doctor was her life. She was a neurosurgeon at the hospital but a healer and user of wolf magic off duty. Sometimes she combined to the two which was rare.However, she knew that she was going to have to use both her medical and healing abilities to help Steve. But first she nee
It was more serious and deadlier than she thought. “Put them under a lot of morphine,” Emma hastily ordered the interns as she jogged back into the intensive care unit ward. Her heart wrenched as she watched Steve shiver in pain with his eyes rolled up into his dead. For the first time in after five years, she was at loss at what to do.See this as a challenge. She told herself. You are a healer, and one of the things that comes with it is solving the problem. Now, what is the problem?She looked at the charts monitor and saw that Steve’s fever was getting higher by the minute.“What do we do?” Sarah asked as she looked at Emma pensively.“A CT scan immediately,” Emma said. “We need to see exactly how this virus works, we need to see how it multiplies, we need to see how it regenerates, from there, we will know what to do from the results.”Sarah left the room to get the interns to wheel the Alpha to the lab.“Interesting,” Emma whispered. The Viruses were actively working and attache
"Three dead wolves in one night." Emma stared at the toxicology reports spread across her office desk, the numbers blurring after eighteen straight hours on shift. "All with the same modified poison."Sarah locked the door behind her, carrying fresh coffee. "The labs came back on the latest victim. Blood work's identical to the others.""And getting worse." Emma pulled up the molecular analysis on her computer. "The poison's evolving. Each batch is more sophisticated than the last."Through her office window, she could see Steve's room across the hall. He'd finally fallen into a restless sleep, his fever hovering at dangerous levels despite her magical intervention. Even unconscious, he commanded attention—the Alpha in him refusing to be diminished by something as mundane as near-fatal poisoning."You should get some rest," Sarah said, studying her face. "You've been running on fumes since they brought him in.""I'm fine.""Right." Sarah's tone dripped skepticism. "That's why you've b
Emma's hands didn't shake as she snapped on fresh gloves. They couldn't. Not now. Not when every second mattered. She'd spent five years building walls around her heart, learning to be Dr. Adams instead of just Emma, the rejected mate. But all that careful distance threatened to shatter as the ambulance sirens grew louder.The trauma bay doors burst open with a bang that made her wolf flinch. Paramedics wheeled in the gurney, their voices clipped with urgency. "Male, multiple lacerations, possible chemical exposure—"The words faded to white noise the moment she saw him. Steve Kane lay unconscious, his proud features twisted in pain. Blood soaked through his torn shirt, turning the fabric from navy to black. That same wrong chemical scent clung to his wounds, stronger now, more potent. Someone had wanted to make sure the Alpha didn't survive this attack."Start two large-bore IVs," Emma ordered, her doctor's training taking over where her emotions threatened to fail. Her voice remaine
"Dr. Adams, we need you in Trauma One!"Emma dropped her half-finished coffee and sprinted down the Seattle Grace Hospital corridor, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Friday nights in the ER were always chaos, but something in Sarah's voice set off her instincts. Not just urgency—fear. Her wolf, usually dormant during her hospital shifts, stirred uneasily beneath her skin.Five years of emergency medicine had taught her to read the signs. The way the nurses avoided her eyes. The peculiar tension in the air. The subtle shift in scents that her weakened supernatural senses could still detect. Whatever waited behind those trauma room doors wasn't a typical case.She caught the metallic scent the moment she pushed through the doors. Wolf blood. The distinctive copper-and-lightning smell hit her like a physical blow, making her wolf surge forward with recognition."Male, early thirties," Sarah rattled off, falling into step beside her. Her friend's usually steady hands sho
Emma's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Three attempts to pack a simple suitcase, and she'd managed nothing but a mess of scattered clothes and broken sobs. The rejection bond throbbed like an open wound in her chest, each pulse a reminder of Steve's cold eyes. She stumbled to her bathroom, gripping the counter as another wave of pain ripped through her body. Her wolf clawed at her insides, desperate to run back to the pack house, to beg for what they'd lost."A healer apprentice? The Sterling Creek Pack needs someone of proper breeding..."His words echoed in her mind, each syllable a fresh cut. The mirror caught her reflection—mascara-stained cheeks, silver dress now wrinkled and stained with tears. Her green eyes, usually bright with determination, looked hollow, haunted. Emma ripped the dress off with trembling fingers, the silk tearing with a satisfying screech. She couldn't bear its touch against her skin a moment longer. It represented everything she'd lost tonight, everything she'
Chapter One: The BondThe moon hung blood-red over the Spring Equinox celebration, a crimson eye watching the gathered wolves below. Emma Adams smoothed her silver dress for the hundredth time, trying to calm her racing heart. At twenty-three, she'd attended enough pack ceremonies to know the routine, but tonight felt different. The air crackled with possibility, heavy with magic that made her wolf pace restlessly beneath her skin, claws scraping against her consciousness with growing urgency.Through the towering windows of the Sterling Creek Pack house, moonlight painted the marble floors in shades of ruby and garnet. Emma's fingers trembled as she tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear, the familiar scents of pack and home doing nothing to calm her nerves. Her wolf was never this restless during ceremonies, yet tonight she prowled through Emma's mind like a caged thing, sensing something momentous on the horizon."Stop fidgeting," her best friend Lily whispered, nudging