Dr. Kapoor entered the room, followed by a team of technicians carrying cases of humming equipment. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. After a grueling hour of scans that left Lennox looking gray and exhausted, the doctor finally pulled us into the small consultation area.
"Luna, Alphas," Dr. Kapoor began, his voice grave as he looked at the data on his tablet. "I have found the core of the issue. This is not a standard malignancy. It is a regenerative cellular decay—likely triggered by that ancient ritual years ago. It's eating him from the inside out."
He looked at me with a piercing gaze. "However, the reason he is sitting upright today, the reason he survived the flatline, is sitting right here. Alpha Lennox is alive solely because of your healing abilities, Olivia. You have been acting as a secondary heart for him. But there is a catch."
I felt my breath hitch. "What catch?"
