Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

"They were disguised like doctors," Elliot explained. "They gave patients wolfbane pills, harming them..."

A memory flooded back to me; I remembered a doctor handing Emma the pills and she put them in her mouth. I remembered feeling like something was off, so I shook my head subtly for her. She ended up spitting the pills out of her mouth as soon as the doctor turned his

back.

But I don't remember what happened after that.

I furrowed my brows at the memory; it was foggy and in the furthest depth of my mind, but it was there, trying to break through.

"I remember I stopped Emma from taking the pills," I whispered.

"Yes, you saved her from a terrible fate. Your suspicion was correct. The pills were dangerous. Most of the packmates are fine; only one didn't make it. The doctors are doing what they can for others. It was a lethal dose of wolfsbane, so there are no guarantees. But as of right now, the hospital isn't safe."

"We should get going," Leo said, motioning for us to follow him.

I felt utterly sick at the thought that packmates were dying and in trouble because of those pills. I wished I could have saved them all, but I had no idea what happened after I followed the doctor out of Emma's hospital room. I wrapped my arms around my body, attempting to hold myself together.

Elliot gave me a sympathetic and worried look, but he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the jailhouse.

We piled into the black sedan and Erik drove us to the pack clinic, which wasn't far from where the jailhouse was.

I hadn't met the pack doctor yet, but I had heard good things about him. He's been in charge of his own clinic for decades; he was also the most skilled doctor in the world. Which wasn't surprising considering he was a doctor of the Crown pack.

He was an older gentleman with a Son who will take over the clinic once he retires. His son currently works at the hospital but helps out at the clinic on occasion.

"Dr. Scott," Elliot greeted as we walked into the clinic. "I'm sure you already know why we are here."

"Yes," he stared simply as he fixed his large glasses. "Beta Leo informed me about Silver's condition. He mentioned her memory loss and wanted to know what she was given for that to happen." "Yes," Elliot confirmed.

Dr. Albert Scott looked me over carefully before motioning for us to enter the examination room.

"I'll have to do some bloodwork," he said, walking into the room without turning to see if we were following.

I sat down on the bed he motioned for as he got to work taking my blood for testing.

"What kind of symptoms are you experiencing, Luna," he asked, his eyes focused on the needle puncturing my arm.

"Weakness, fatigue, and dizziness," I

admitted. "Elliot had to hold me up while we walked. It feels like

something is blocking my memories. I'm unable to think

straight and my head hurts

try to remember anything.

noel

when I

Something is blocking me and I'm

not sure what it is."

He nodded thoughtfully.

He pulled the needle out of my arm and capped the vile of blood he took.

He left the room to speak with his assistant who sat at the receptionist desk in the waiting room. A few minutes later, he returned empty-handed.

"She's going to get that tested; we

should get the results in a few

hours," he told us. "You can wait here if you'd like. I can give you an IV fluid that'll clear out your system and hopefully make you feel tess weak."

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"Depending on the issue, it might take something a little stronger to restore your memories," he told me.

"Where is my brother?" I heard a familiar voice from the waiting room.

Elliot sighed and opened the door, leading into the waiting room. Charlotte walked in moments later, her eyes filled with dismay and worry.

"Charlotte, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Have you found out anything?"

I didn't realize Charolette was in town and that she was helping us. When did he call her? Had she been here the entire time?

Her eyes found mine, and I could see the distrust in them. I knew Charolette didn't like me for whatever reason, and it kept me from saying anything upon her arrival, not wanting to make her angry. She finally pulled her eyes from mine to look at her brother.

"The imposter is using magic to

change her face. Specifically,

something called Crimson. With a

person's DNA in their system, using Crimson will morph their

appearance to look like that person."

"Is there a way to reverse it?" Elliot asked.

For the first time since knowing her, Charolette actually smiled.

"Yes," she answered. "There is."