Chapter 240 If She Dies
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Henry could do nothing but watch as the doctors and wolf healers crowded around Aubrey. Every time she disappeared behind their shoulders, panic wed through him, leaving his chest hollow and his breath short.
Yet when he edged closer, he froze, terrified that his presence might disturb their desperate work.
So he circled the bed like a caged beast for hours, unable to think of anything else, consumed by one question—
What if she dies?
It wasn’t his own death he thought of. Not the fact that without Aubrey, no one could prolong his life.
No–his only thought was that if Aubrey died, then he no longer wanted to live either.
The realization struck like a blow: if she left him, he would follow without hesitation.
That raw, unpolished truth spun endlessly in his mind, dragging him deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Xavier, at least, still had methods. The research team had been fighting the Kajit virus for months, and one of their improved antivirals was injected into Aubrey’s veins.
Atst, her raging fever broke. Unlike most patients, who burned for three
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days straight, she cooled, her breathing evening out.
But the truth was undeniable.
Aubrey was infected.
The newsnded like a hammer on the Miguel family.
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For Feng Sihai, gratitude warred with grief–without Aubrey’sposure in the me Pack, the Shadowmoon Pack would have fallen into chaos. Without her, Henry would already be in istion, a death sentence in disguise.
Adelyn copsed outright, fainting in shock. When she woke, she sobbed until her voice cracked, whispering over and over that she had failed Aubrey’ste mother, that she was sorry.
But beyond grief, a cruel question loomed over them all.
If Aubrey herself carried the Kajit virus, could she still sustain Henry’s life?
If not, what future remained for him?
Had all their work this past year–all the sleepless nights, the desperate research–been for nothing?
The Miguel family sank under the weight of despair.
A dayter, Aubrey’s eyes fluttered open.
The familiar ache gnawed through her body–she knew at once. The antibodies had failed. She, too, was infected.
The one–in–a–hundred miracle had passed her by.
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“Aubrey?”
His voice was low and ragged.
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She turned her head. Henry’s face was gaunt, hollowed by thirty hours without sleep. The weight of her illness pressed on him like a mountain, dragging him down until even his powerful frame seemed withered, his eyes bloodshot with terror.
He seized her hand, clutching it as if it were the only thing tethering him to life. His words shook.
“You… how do you feel?”
A useless question. They both knew the Kajit virus brought nothing but
agony.
But the thought of her suffering was unbearable. Each time he imagined it, Henry wished bitterly he had died six months ago, before he had dragged her into this abyss with him.
Yes. He should have been the one to die, not her.
Aubrey only shook her head. At the start, the pain wasn’t the worst. Manageable. And seeing the torment carved into his face, she chose honesty rather than evasion.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “I won’t die so easily.”
She had wed her way through this once before. She knew how to endure, how to prolong her life. This time, she wasn’t stumbling blindly, nor utterly alone.
This time, she would fight.