Chapter 154: The Autopsy.

Principal Valois arrived at the academy clinic after being told that the autopsy results were ready. It should have been good news, yet a wave of unease settled in her chest. She could not explain why she was anxious, but deep down she feared what the results would reveal.

"Come in," the doctor said, leading them into the lab. They all put on nose masks before stepping inside. "You said he was a student?"

"Yes," Principal Valois answered quietly as she followed him in. The female pathologist gave them a faint nod of greeting. On the table lay Evan’s body, covered with polythene. He looked cold, stiff, and lifeless. Her heart ached at the sight. "Have you been able to find the cause of death?" she asked.

"Yes. He died about a week ago," the doctor replied, glancing at the female pathologist beside him. She leaned in and whispered something to him. "Correction, it’s been eight days since he died."

Mr. Slade’s face tightened. "That means he died the same night we all last saw him." He shook his head, his voice heavy with regret. "The boys were right the whole time."

"I never really doubted them," Principal Valois admitted softly. "Please, continue, doctor."

Mr. Slade drew a deep breath, his brows furrowed with worry. "So what’s the cause of death?" He hated asking, but he needed to know.

The pathologist raised her eyes to them and spoke with calm precision. "Neurotoxin was injected into him."

"What

explained. "A substance that attacks the nervous system of a werewolf, leaving

Mr. Slade’s face. "You mean this was injected into him while he

inject it after he is already dead?" Her tone carried both frustration and grief. She knew neither of them were doctors,

eyes went back to

closer and look at where he was injected," the pathologist replied. She unzipped the polythene bag

gloves, she touched his skin without hesitation and pointed at his neck. "Three injections were

The sight of the boy tore at her heart. His life had been stolen, a

his tone firm. "From his organs and the tests we carried out, there is no doubt he is one of your kind." His brows furrowed as if something troubled him. "But he

he did,"

"Which pack?"

"The central pack."

eyes moved from one face to another. "Have any of you ever met his parents?" When they all shook their heads, he let out a long breath. "We need to meet them. I found a rare gene in him. If we

knew it was impossible to

problem?" the doctor asked, sensing

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