Chapter 200
Third Person’s POV
Doctor’s advice was always in the patient’s best interest.
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Doctor Digby, who had treated Cedric before, said, “In my view, if he can handle the pain, let him. He likely yearns to walk normally. Losing his voice is one disability; a limp would be another. His desire to recover is strong, and his experiences have made him no stranger to pain.”
Though true, this was hard for everyone to hear.
In Cedric’s room, Jasmine greeted them.
Cedric lay in bed, resolved to avoid any risks–he wanted to heal on his own.
He saw everyone had come, worry etched in their eyes. They all wanted to offer him comfort, but Cedric met their gazes with a look of courage and strength.
Everyone felt heavier at heart. He was just seven, an age deserving only love and care.
As Digby prepared to begin, Lance arrived.
The Thunder Wolf Pack, knowing he’d saved Cedric, approached gratefully.
Lance’s cedar pheromones warmed the room. His golden wolf head on the shoulder plate glowed faintly.
The Alpha’s soothing pheromones kicked in, and the Thunder Wolf Pack members felt their wolf hairs on the back of their necks flatten one by one.
He said with a smile, “I’m here to support him through the procedure. Let’s focus on that.”
His pine–scented pheromones swept over Cedric’s gland scar on the back of his neck.
The Thunder Wolf Pack had worried Lance might grow tired of Cedric after he joined the Blackthorn Pack, but seeing Lance’s dedication now, that fear seemed unfounded.
Lance added, “I’ll stay with Cedric. This is a man’s affair. Ladies, please wait outside.”
Turning to Cedric, he said, “Cedric agrees, right?”
Cedric nodded firmly.
He didn’t want Adelaide and his grandparents or uncles here either. He’d have to put on a brave face and reassure them not to worry.
He preferred Lance’s company.
Lance was a werewolf general, strong and reliable, much like Alpha Bentley.
His presence gave Cedric strength.
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Adelaide knew Lance’s intentions were good. Seeing Cedric agree, she said, “Alright then.”
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She brushed Cedric’s hair, her moon goddess necklace suddenly warm. Cedar pheromones and Lance’s scent intertwined, forming a silver fern pattern. “We’re right outside. Be brave,” she said.
Cedric traced “Not afraid” in the air, his wolf eyes reflecting Lance’s shoulder plate.
Everyone smiled at him, hearts heavy with care.
Digby approached with painkillers, his claws dusted with wolfsbane. “Clear out!” he ordered.
His sulfur pheromones mixed with the medicine’s scent, prompting the Thunder Wolf Pack to cover their noses as they left.
Everyone glanced at Cedric with reluctance and slowly filed out.
Galvin brought the pain relief potion. Cedric drank it swiftly.
Lance sat beside him, holding his hand firmly. “I’m here. Nothing to fear,” he said.
Cedric’s hand trembled slightly.
Digby jested, “Since you’re here, Alpha Lance, how about you handle the bone–setting?”
Lance, no stranger to battle, knew how to apply just the right pressure to snap a bone back into place.
It was a piece of cake for him, so he agreed.
He palpated Cedric’s leg, assessing the misaligned break.
Cedric tensed up, and Lance flashed a smile. “I have a secret to share with you, Cedric–just between us. It’s about Adelaide.”
Cedric’s eyes
lit
up with curiosity.
“Back when Adelaide was still green, there was this massive oak tree in the Shadow Peaks. Every evening, birds would perch on it. She climbed up to catch them.”
Cedric’s eyes widened. So mischievous of Adelaide!
She’d been put through etiquette training by Luna Airella upon returning from the Shadow Peaks and had to follow all sorts of rules.
He’d never seen this side of her.
“She actually managed to climb up, but the birds flew off. She’d just learned jumping techniques and thought she could chase after them mid–air. But she jumped and fell, breaking a leg…”
Lance’s fingers tightened with precision, snapping the misaligned bone back into place.
As Lance spoke, he applied just the right pressure to reset the bone. Cedric wasn’t prepared for the sudden
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pain, crying out and trembling.
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Lance immediately hugged him and called to Digby, “Your turn now.”
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