The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 383

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Chapter 383

Avery’s POV

The boy was young, no older than Bjorn. He was small for his age, with sandy blond hair that had clearly once been full and shiny, but was now dull and thin and falling out, leaving behind bald patches on his scalp.

I sat beside his bed, gently holding his tiny hand and rubbing soothing lines back and forth across his knuckles with my thumb. The nurse said that his parents were no longer around; they had unfortunately passed away in a car accident when he was a baby, leaving him an orphan.

He wasn’t alone, though. The people of Evergreen were good and selfless. A family took him in. Raised him as their own, and raised him well.

He was a good boy, she said. Smart and kind and sweet.

The sickness took him quickly and violently. In days, according to the nurse, he went from being a vibrant, healthy little boy who liked to rum and climb trees to a shell of his former self. He lost weight, lost the light in his eyes, his appetite, everything.

Now, pretty much all he did was sleep; when he wasn’t sleeping, he was crying from the pain, so the nurses kept him sedated most of the time so he didn’t suffer.

It broke my heart to see a child like this. He should have been out playing with the other kids, not laying in bed, hanging onto life by a thread.

But that was how the sickness went, it seemed. One day, these kids were fine, and the next, their immune systems simply gave up.

The fact that these issues weren’t pack-specific was incredibly concerning to me. No one knew why kids with autoimmune disorders were suddenly cropping up across multiple packs. As far as we were aware, it wasn’t related to soil, water, or air quality.

The kids just got sick all of a sudden, and no one could put their finger on it.

I hoped that Lycan Root would at least give them the boost they needed to get better.

Despite all of the drama and chaos that had gone down since my return to the packs, I had to give credit to one thing-being here, putting up with the bullshit, could seriously help these kids. I kept reminding myself of that whenever I thought about Fiona and Gideon and all of the reasons why I wanted to leave, and it made me stay.

“There,” the nurse said quietly, leaning back once she’d finished injecting the serum into the boy’s IV bag. “We’ll see how his body responds to that. I gave him a low dose at first, just to be safe.”

I nodded and stood, stretching. The boy was sleeping, and would probably not see any effects from the Lycan Root for a while. He was our first we still didn’t know if he would react at all,

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but his caregivers had given us the go-ahead to test the serum on him.

It was either that, or he was going to die anyway. Better to try something and have it fail than not try at all and never know if we could have saved a life.

I was just turning to leave, wanting to give the nurse some space, when the infirmary doors opened. Colt walked into the room and spotted me immediately. He looked a little perturbed. More so than usual, at least, which was a little concerning, because Colt always looked mildly put off.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, approaching him.

He mouthed something.

I frowned. “Repeat that?”

“Gideon… is… here,” he mouthed again in a low voice, as if we were being watched.

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