Read Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 183 Free

The Suspect–1

Sebastian’s POV

“What do you mean she’s in a coma?” Maximus’s voice trembled visibly.

My heart slammed against my ribcage again, feeling like it was going to fucking burst right through my chest. I tried to keep my thoughts clear, but my brain refused to function properly. Time seemed to slow down as the physician spoke. All I could hear was a buzzing echo in my ears.

I staggered backward, collapsing into the seat I’d just vacated. Damien and my father put their hands on my shoulders, but I shrugged them off. I didn’t need their comfort. I just wanted the physician to tell me the surgery had been successful and Thea would wake up

in a few hours.

“She was hit by three silver bullets in total. One struck her head, the second her abdomen, and the last hit her thigh. We successfully removed two of them, except for the one lodged in her skull. It’s embedded too deeply, and forcibly extracting it would cause her cranium

to shatter,” the physician paused, “In cases where the patient has a wolf, we could extract

the bullet during a shift because the expanding wolf form creates space around the bullet,

which remains the same size. But being wolfless…”

Fuck. I didn’t know what to feel or think about this shit. Was he telling us that Thea

would have to live with a silver bullet in her head? How was that even possible? She’d

been fine this morning, how could things suddenly get so fucking terrible?

At least she’s still alive, my wolf murmured.

I ignored it. Yes, she was alive, but would she stay that way? That was the fucking key

question.

“We’ve stopped the bleeding, both internal and external. We’ve administered the necessary medication to help reduce the swelling around her brain injury. Her heart stopped twice.

It was after the second cardiac arrest that she fell into the coma.”

If I thought nothing could be more painful than watching Thea get shot, I was dead wrong. Hearing we’d nearly lost her twice completely shattered me. It felt like being stabbed with a thousand sharp knives. I wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone. Not even my

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