Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Counterback of the Despised Luna

Chapter 333 Poisoned

Finished

Dr. Williamson had no objections. He walked over to assist me to take Richard’s clothes off, leaving him in just a pair of shorts.

“Could you help me hold Mr. Richard down?” I took out the box containing the witch’s stone from my backpack. Dr. Williamson held Richard’s shoulders firmly.

I gestured him with a nod as I took out the witch’s stone and placed it on Richard’s chest and pricked his forehead with my fingernail to extract some blood between his brows. I then applied the blood on the spiritual stone.

“The witch’s stone … ?” Dr. Williamson’s voice was a whisper of awe.

“Yes. The Alpha of the Eclipse Pack is critically ill, and the only thing that can cure him in the entire Werewolf Continent is the incantation of the witch’s stone,” I said calmly.

I began to walk slowly around Richard’s bed, chanting softly under my breath.

Dr. Williamson watched, stunned.

As a traditional werewolf doctor, he had never witnessed healing using the witch’s incantation.

As I chanted, the blood on the witch’s stone flowed down Richard’s chest, like a living ribbon.

“What is this?” Dr. Williamson whispered, awestruck.

The blood traced his veins, forming a red dot on his forehead. It pulsed, then turned black. edot on his forehead pulsed, then turned black

at Richard’s forehead, forming a circular red dot.

fixed on that red dot

then abruptly turned

heart pounded against my ribs. It was

commanded, my

I extracted

filled the sterile air.

toxin is purged. Administer the antidote without delay.” I reported as I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

swiftly prepared the antidote and administered it to Richard.

monitor, silent moments before, erupted with

released a collective breath,

and handed the syringe of black

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compound.”

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nodded and took it. I grabbed his arm and warned, “Dr. Williamson, remember, what happened here just now must not

me. You’ve saved both his life

out of the operating theatre, gazes gleaming with admiration of other doctors and nurses

took off my mask. Queenie and Eleanor were engaged in a theatrical display of grief. Their tears suspiciously

your suffering is unbearable!” Queenie wailed, her voice

also sobbed and sighed softly.

already stable, so why were they still crying?

my voice cutting through their performance. “You are disturbing his necessary recuperation.”

you are to command us?” Queenie spat,