Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 62

**Chapter 62**

Cassian,

After the initial treatment, she was moved to the inpatient ward, but just three hours ago, she unexpectedly suffered a seizure. “The doctor mentioned it could be internal bleeding,” Gamma Harvey said, guiding me through the sterile corridors toward the ICU.

“Could be? So they’re not certain what’s happening with her?” My voice turned icy, each word laced with frustration at the vague explanation of her condition. Internal bleeding, and they hadn’t detected it earlier?

“They initially thought she had broken ribs and a jaw. However, they later discovered a dangerously high level of a toxic substance in her blood. It seems that before facing the gray wolf, she was likely drugged with wolfsbane or some other lethal poison,” he continued, his tone grave.

His words struck me like a physical blow, making my knees feel weak beneath me. A chilling tremor coursed through my spine. While I had been wallowing in my own frustrations, she had been battling for her life? The thought twisted my insides—she was fighting to survive, and I hadn’t even been there for her.

A suffocating wave of rage surged through my chest, and my hand instinctively curled into a fist. I should have seen it coming; those bastards were relentless. They would seize any opportunity to hurt her, to break us apart.

Clenching my jaw until it ached, I halted in front of the ICU doors, my breath catching as I searched for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

My gaze shifted to Keane, who was engaged in conversation with a nurse.

“Isn’t it too soon to transfer her to the inpatient ward?” he inquired, his voice steady, though the tightness around his eyes betrayed an underlying impatience.

“It’s alright, Commander. She’s healing faster than we expected. Her wolf is aiding her recovery. Since she’s stable now, it’s better to…”

“What’s happening?” I interjected, stepping forward, my voice sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air.

Keane turned to me, bowing slightly as he handed the nurse a stack of papers. “Transfer her to the best room available. Remember, she is the Luna Queen.”

The nurse nodded, quickly excusing herself after acknowledging my presence. Finally, Keane faced me, his shoulders tense, as if he were bearing the weight of the world. “She’s stable now. Thank you for coming, Your Majesty.”

“What happened to her? How did she end up on that cliff?” I pressed, my eyes darting to Roana as two nurses wheeled her out of the ICU.

She was swathed in bandages from head to toe. The sight hit me harder than any physical blow ever could. Her face was almost entirely wrapped, with only her left eye peeking through, swollen and barely open. If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t have recognized her at all.

“She must have fought fiercely with the gray wolf. Judging by the wounds on that creature, it was likely a highly skilled warrior,” Keane murmured quietly, his tone filled with concern.

“What about the poison in her blood?” I pressed, my voice rising slightly as my patience wore thin. I followed the stretcher closely, Keane and Harvey trailing behind me.

“I tried to ask her about it, but she was reluctant to speak. The drug nearly paralyzed her body, which is why she couldn’t defend herself more effectively,” he explained, his voice heavy with regret.

Paralyzed. My steps faltered momentarily as the weight of that word sank in. How much agony had she endured before collapsing?

“Fortunately, there are no signs of assault. The rest depends on her willingness to share what happened,” Keane added, his expression one of barely contained distress as his eyes tracked her every slight movement.

My jaw tightened at the sight of him. He had been by her side since the very beginning, the one who had found her. Yet, instead of feeling grateful, a burning irritation simmered within me. The thought that he had been with her all this time stirred something ugly inside.

I remained silent, merely observing as the nurse gently settled her onto the bed. The vibrant spirit I knew was extinguished; she looked pale, small, and fragile. Her breaths were shallow, and a faint tremor danced across her fingertips.

While I had been consumed with worry for Carolyn, Roana had been fighting alone in the depths of the forest. No one knew the horrors she had faced.

A violent surge of anger coursed through me. I aimed a punch at the wall, but both Harvey and Keane swiftly intervened, blocking my path.

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