Chapter 66 Levi, Getting A Little Closer To The Truth
The healer clenched her fists. As a woman, as someone who had watched the entire ordeal, she could sense the insincerity. Her heart ached for the dead pup who had never even had a chance. She wanted to speak—to defend the child, to hold Claire accountable, to say something that might make her reflect. But before she could, the pack doctor gently pulled her back, silently shaking his head.
Just then, a loud commotion erupted outside the room.
Moments later, Alpha Zion stepped through the door.
...
Now that they were back at the small clinic, a heavy silence lingered in the air. None of them quite knew how to feel as the healer quietly sorted through the herbs she would use to bathe the dead pup—a sacred tradition meant to protect the body from scavengers before burial. The ritual was solemn, but their minds were elsewhere.
They were still processing everything that had happened, their voices low as they spoke of the incident and the growing disappointment they felt toward Claire. So engrossed were they in their conversation that they didn’t notice someone standing just beyond the door—silent, unmoving, listening.
Levi had arrived quietly, unnoticed. As their words sank in, his expression grew darker, his jaw clenched. The more he heard, the more the storm in his eyes deepened.
"Old doctor, no matter how much I think about it," the healer began, her voice trembling with emotion, "I can’t shake the feeling that Claire wanted that pup gone. And blaming Luna Addison... it just felt like a setup—"
But before she could finish, the old doctor raised a hand and gently cut her off, his eyes flicking toward the door with quiet warning.