Chapter 40
“You have nothing to fear; no harm will come to you, not as long as you’re here under my protection.”
The Lycan king’s words resonated in her head as she carried on with the rest of her assignment at the settlement for the day. He stayed longer than she expected him to, and though she didn’t like the attention his presence brought her way, she didn’t
want him to leave.
It was strange how she felt around him. Safe and at peace. She had only felt it around another person all her life, and that was Henry. After his rejection, she never felt it with another. It didn’t surprise her.
Lycans like herself got only one chance at getting their true mates, and after Henry’s rejection, the fate of finding another was sealed. She had lived in contentment with having her sons, knowing well she would never get to experience trise love and affection. It didn’t matter to her; she had the love of her sons.
However, whenever she was with the Lycan king, she felt the part of her that had been dead for so long coming to life. No, it wasn’t just about desire. Yes, he was a g od amongst the likes of them and gorgeous beyond words, but what she felt exceeded mere attraction. She felt it deep in her bones, deep within her very soul.
It couldn’t be real. He already had a partner, and she would never be the woman who stabbed another in the back. No matter how much her soul longed to be around the Lycan’s king, she would not do it.
She heard a gasp go through those outside the healing room, and she wondered what could have been happening. The thought didn’t leave her head when the door opened, and in walked Marion, the physician who had left over two weeks ago, to the north. A gasp of excitement went around in the room, and a few of the physicians around made their way over to him.
Fiona sat in her seat, staring at him with eyes filled with joy and surprise at his arrival. Her hand was now covering her face. She expected his return, but as the days went by, her expectation slowly withered and soon died.
Marion finished with those he was with and then stepped towards her seat. She rose to her feet immediately, her surprise still lingering.
“Welcome back, Marion,” she said, her smile lingering.
“Oh, thank you, Ms. Lawson.” He replied. “I know I have missed a lot, but I have felt the impact of the work you do all the way in the north. Our world gets another chance, and it is all because of you.” He told her.
She bowed her head humbly. It was nice to have him back and hear all these wonderful words
The door opened from behind, and another person stepped in.
Kenneth Snowfall.
Fiona knew that face well; she couldn’t forget it. He was the one who delivered her from Vivian’s hands of death over five years ago. She had looked forward to meeting him when she arrived and heard of him. He wouldn’t know her because a lot had changed, but she wanted to say thank you.

He was only following the king’s orders, and if the king hadn’t sent him, he would have been there. True, but if he had arrived a minuje later than he should have, she would have died at Spencer’s hands.
Kenneth looked around, and his eyes soon came to rest on her.
“She must be the one right, Marion.” He said this, stepping towards her with a warm look on his face,
Marion nodded in agreement. “She’s the one.”
“She’s indeed pretty” He said that, and his brown eyes danced over her in fascination.
She didn’t know what to say in response to two men revealing that they had been talking about her all the while they were away.
“Do not worry; it was a harmless conversation between men. I already have a mate, and so does he. Most healers aren’t the best-looking people the moon goddess makes. I mean, look at Marion here” He said it with a chuckle and placed his hand on Marion’s shoulder. Marion slapped his hand off and Kenneth just laughed.
Fiona couldn’t help laughing along. “Thank you, beta Kenneth.
“Call me, Ken,” he insisted. “I would like to say thank you for the work you are doing here. Sky, you have no clue how much of a saviour you are to us.”
The Lycan king has never failed to tell her how much of a saviour she was and how much they appreciated her presener here in their world. The only one who had downplayed her work here was Vivian
“You are welcome. I would also like to thank you, Ken. She said this, and this made the taller man’s bros narrowe
“Whatever do you want to thank me for?”
“You saved my life once. Many years ago. When I was much younger.
He thought for a while. “You sure that was me?” he asked, then added. “Because I cannot remember saving you
He wouldn’t be able to recognise her, not this way, but she knew him; she remembered his face, and that was what was important. She didn’t want his kindness to go unappreciated. I remember you, and I want to say thank you.”
He smiled and nodded. “Then you’re welcome”
While Ken left the settlement to report his arrival to the Lycan king, Marion stayed behind to see what he could do to help everyone around him. Though they told him to leave, he insisted.
“would like to go to Grandfield,” she began as she came over to Marion’s desk.
Marion paused what he was doing and turned to stare at her with panic-filled eyes. He rose to his feet. “Why would you want
go there! It’s a graveyard,” he demanded with a voice filled with worry
She had buried herself in deep reading of the chronicles and learning about everything she could. With her knowledge, she knew there was only one way out of this. She had to get back to the very beginning.
“Because that is where the plague started twenty-five years ago.” She explained. If she hoped to end this plague, she had to
eet to the rout of it.
He looked worried, and a little terrified for her. “That is the rebels’ community. Sky; going there is like throwing yourself into the den of lions”
Although now isolated, Grandfield used to be the epitome of beauty in this world. It was known for its prosperous land, hospitabile people, and never-ending feast. That changed after the plague hit. They were disconnected from the rest of the world and left to fend for themselves, and that brought about the rebellion.
In her book, every part of this world was a lion’s den, some just more dangerous than others. “They are parts of this world, and until we treat then and offer a hand of help, there is no guarantee that we will ever get rid of this plague. From my calculations, it shouldn’t take longer than a week” She answered.
“What if the rebel see you and decide to attack: What then? We lose the healer and the battle against them.”
*I believe the reason they became tebel in the host place was lacratise of the abandonment and segregation they faced when the affliction came. I read the chronicles of the werewolf world and it had always treated people who were different. unjustly she defended her caus
Marion wanted to speak, but paused and pressed his l*ps together. She hoped he did that because he saw the sense in what she was telling him.
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