Kai's POV
I stood like a statue of stone in the ICU, my presence alone making the entire medical staff nervous. My Alpha aura, thick with rage and fear, filled the room, a heavy pressure that made them second-guess their every move.
They fumbled with their equipment, their hands shaking slightly as they checked IV drips and monitors. I didn't care.
Let them be afraid. Maybe fear would make them competent.
My eyes were locked on the monitor, on the jagged, failing lines that represented my grandfather's heartbeat. Each erratic spike, followed by a terrifying lull, was a punch to my gut.
The rhythmic, uneven beeping was the soundtrack to my failure. He was the one who had taught me how to read a stock ticker and how to track a deer through the snow.
He had shown me how to be both a businessman and a wolf. Now, all I could do was watch a machine tell me he was dying.
The head doctor, Albright, was sweating under my glare, beads of perspiration on his forehead that he kept wiping away with the back of his hand. He kept spouting medical jargon, a waterfall of useless words that all meant the same thing: they had failed.
They had no idea what to do.
"The cellular degradation is accelerating past our ability to counteract it," he stammered, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "The silver's magical properties are simply rewriting his cardiac DNA."
"It's unlike anything we've ever seen," he finished lamely.
My control, which I had held onto by a thread, finally snapped.
"Useless!" I snarled, my voice a low, dangerous growl that made him flinch as if struck. The machines around us seemed to hum with the force of my anger.
"You have the most advanced medical facility in the region, the best doctors money can buy, and you're telling me you are utterly, completely useless?"
He visibly shrank back, paling. "Alpha, this is beyond medicine... it's a curse, an ancient one."
"There is no medical cure for this," he insisted.
I turned away from him in disgust, my frustration a raging fire in my chest. I stormed out into the hallway, needing to move, to do something, anything.
I paced back and forth like a caged wolf, my heavy boots thudding against the polished floor, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the corridor. Each step was a contained explosion of fury.
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