Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 363 How Disappointing

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The sterile air of the operating room hung heavy, as if had swallowed every breath. I stood over Richard, the witch’s stone clutched tightly in my hand, its weight pressing down on me. It felt as though the very fate of the Eclipse Pack rested on its smooth surface.

Dr. Williamson approached, his steps measured, offering a wordless help. I nodded, letting him place the stone carefully on Richard’s chest.

I took a slow, deliberate breath and drew a needle across my brow, the sharp sting a reminder of the gravity of the moment. The drop of blood was cold, its metallic scent biting the air. With a steady hand, I transferred it onto the stone, watching as it absorbed the blood like a living creature.

Dr. Williamson remained silent, his eyes fixed on my every move, his expression unreadable. That silence unsettled me, its weight more suffocating than any words could be.

This was it. The final treatment.

According to Hughie, after this, Richard’s blood would low freely again. The magic would stir within him, and he would rise.

The chant began low on my lips, a rhythm from the ancient words that filled the room with a somber -pulse.

As the incantation flowed, the blood on the witch’s stone began to shimmer, sinking into the stone’s surface.

It pulsed with a faint energy, and I felt it–deep, shifting, alive. The magic was awakening.

The heart monitor beeped in a steady, unchanging rhythm, a soft murmur in the still room.

His chest rose and fell, steady as always.

I circled his bed, continuing the chant. Each word woven deeper, stronger. The stone pulsed in time with the magic. When I reached the third round of the chant, a sharp, discordant beep echoed through the

room.

My heart skipped a beat. I turned, dread filling me as I saw the heart monitor. The steady lines had flattened into an unbroken, horizontal line.

quiet but shaking. “No… Richard has

that possible?”

Williamson was already at the door, throwing it open, shouting for

knew. I knew it

frozen, staring at the lifeless body, my breath catching. The room felt colder, the silence

Pack, was gone. And

open, whispers flooding in as they gathered

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inside, his eyes sharp with concern. How is my grandfather?” His voice was urgent

Williamson’s voice cracked, barely audible. The Alpha…

“What? The word was barely

across his forehead. I’m sorry. Mr. Holbrook. I don’t understand… Everything seemed fine. Then… his heart just stopped. We couldn’t react

body with a white sheet. They wheeled him out, leaving the room cold and quiet

toward Caden, waiting, expectant, as if they could

to the side, their

voice low and comforting. “Caden, you need to look after yourself. Richard wouldn’t want to see you like this. Rosaline

The air grew thick with tension. No one dared to

Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, the iron fist that had ruled the

eternity, finally spoke. His eyes–cold, unforgiving- locked onto me. His words cut through the stillness. “Rosaline, you’ve truly disappointed

lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I didn’t think… I never meant for

is all on you. If you hadn’t tried to save Grandpa, he might still be here. But now… now he’s dead because of you. You’re

Queenie spat, her face contorted with fury. “You humiliated us all ar the banquet, and Grandpa had a heart attack right after. Now look–the Alpha’s

count on her for anything. That quack doctor only saved the Alpha through chance. They’re nothing but witch

The chill in his gaze

me! My voice cracked, my hands u hung at my sides.

ling as they