Chapter 179
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“These past days, I’ve stayed by his side, but he won’t respond to anything. He’s been poisoned to the point of muteness and won’t let anyone near,” Lance sighed.
“He goes crazy when I approach. At first, when I called him ‘Cedric,‘ he reacted a bit, but then he became indifferent again, either continuing his fits or just spacing out. I’ve had people investigating, but we haven’t found those who took him yet.”
Hearing Lance’s words deepened my sorrow.
After a long while, I slowly released Cedric, but he clutched my wrist tightly, his long nails embedding into my skin, nearly drawing blood.
The glands at the back of my neck warmed, and the scar behind Cedric’s ear suddenly glowed with a silver–blue light. Two streams of cedar pheromones from the same lineage swirled in the air.
His nails, embedded in my skin, revealed faint golden wolf hairs–the distinctive mark of the Frostfang bloodline.
Just as my brothers had taught him to hold a sling with his not–yet–hardened claws.
His gaze remained fixed on my face, then fell on the sling in my hand, and his tears fell more heavily.
His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but only whimpers escaped.
My eyes, red and swollen from crying, gently caressed the wounds on his face.
My wolf whimpered in my mind, its tail drooping.
Choking back sobs, I said to Lance, “Alpha Lance, could you please buy some clothes and shoes? Are there any omegas here? Have them boil some water for a bath.”
“Clothes were bought already, but he refused to change. I’ll have someone boil water. You two stay here alone for a while,” Lance’s voice wavered, his eyes reddening as he turned to leave.
Cedric kept holding my hand. I carried him into the house, sat in a chair, and gently wiped his face with a silk handkerchief.
Despite my own flowing tears, I soothed him softly, “Cedric, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe now, no need to fear anymore.”
Hearing this, Cedric opened his mouth and cried silently, his breaths ragged and tears streaking his face.
Two years of suffering and grievances finally erupted, and once he started crying, he couldn’t stop.
He cried until he passed out in my arms.
Fortunately, Lance had a pack doctor on standby.
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The doctor attempted an examination, but Cedric was uncooperative. The doctor had to use his wolf spirit to probe him , confirming he’d been poisoned to muteness and had been fed addictive wolfsbane.
As the doctor’s silver probe touched his gland scar, my wolf caught the ambergris scent at the probe’s tip.
“His glands are rejecting foreign pheromones,” the doctor explained, his wolf cars twitching with focus as he applied unguent to Cedric’s protruding veins.
My wolf paced restlessly in my mind.
I watched as the doctor treated Cedric, recalling how my mother used similar detoxifying salve on my brothers‘ wounds.
After the treatment, Cedric didn’t wake up but began to snore, his curled body twitching under the covers.
He was exhausted–Lance, formidable as he was, couldn’t have endured the fragmented sleep Cedric had been getting.
Relieved to hear the doctor say Cedric was merely asleep, I stayed by his side.
Lance quietly suggested I eat something, but I shook my head, wiping away tears.
“I’ll stay with him. I’m afraid he’ll wake up scared if I’m not here.”
“Alright. I’ll have food brought to you,” Lance said, stepping out and arranging for the doctor to wait in the
side hall.
He instructed that once Cedric woke, bathed, and dressed, a thorough examination could be done.
Poor boy, he’s endured so much, but at least he’s alive.
Cedric didn’t fully wake until midnight.
He’d stirred a few times in between but drifted back to sleep upon seeing me.
By midnight, the room was brightly lit.
I’d already washed his face with warm water while he slept.
His small features bore a striking resemblance to Randall, though gauntness made his cheekbones protrude.
When he woke, he cried but smiled through his tears. His thinness accentuated the dimples on his face.
I took him to bathe. As the boy soaked in the tub, I washed his hair carefully, using conditioning shampoo to untangle the matted strands.
After the bath, he put on the newly bought clothes.
They were a bit big for a seven–year–old but made him look clean and presentable.
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In the kitchen, food was ready.
His eyes lit up, and instinctively, he grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing, he quickly hid under the table–a reflex from his past.
Once he calmed down, he slowly pushed his chair out and sat up, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at
I turned away to wipe my sudden tears, then smiled at him. “Eat slowly. I’m here with you.”
Lance wanted to join us but stepped back when Cedric visibly tensed, his eyes filled with fear.
Seeing the boy’s terror of men, Lance retreated. “Take your time. I’ll eat outside.”
“Thank you, Alpha Lance,” I said, rising to face him, my voice filled with gratitude. “I’ll never forget your kindness.”
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