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The helicopter was a small one. It could only carry the pilot and the two injured Alphas, so not even Lucien could tag along.

He gave Ronan one last kiss on the cheek before he stepped out of the helicopter and watched it slowly leave the ground and fly toward the St. Clarence hospital.

Over at St. Clarence hospital, hospital staff had been notified about the arrival of the two injured Alphas.

As soon as the helicopter landed on the roof of the hospital, the Alphas were moved to waiting gurneys and taken to the Emergency Room for a detailed inspection.

Ronan’s back was torn in such a savage manner that parts of the white bones were peeking out. Other than that, he only suffered from bruises and cuts all over his body and face.

Kinnon, who at the first glance was only bleeding profusely from the left temple, sustained much heavier injuries.

He had a severe concussion due to having his head slammed against a hard surface a couple of times, and also internal bleeding due to blunt force trauma.

Both Alphas were sent to surgery rooms to be patched up immediately.

.....

The St. Clarence hospital staff was very careful when handling the two Alphas. Even the surgery chambers were located in opposite wings to ensure that the packs did not continue their fight inside the hospital.

Meanwhile, more and more werewolves were delivered to St. Clarance hospital within the next ten hours. Empty gurneys rolled to the entrance of the Emergency Room, and loaded gurneys with bloody, lifeless bodies rolled even faster into the hospital.

The St. Clarence hospital staff were extremely busy. Even the receptionist counter was busy with endless visitors from both packs who were trying to find out the fates of all those who participated in the war.

Unfortunately, the hospital’s main focus was to treat the injured ones. Other than Alpha Ronan and Alpha Kinnon, the other werewolves had yet to be identified. This naturally led to outrage among the worried family members.

An elderly man slammed his hand on the receptionist counter and shouted furiously, “It has been a while since tens of werewolves entered the hospital and you claim that you don’t know who they are? What kind of hospital is this???”

The younger receptionists were close to tears. They tried to tell the angry people that it was not like the werewolves wore collars with their identity information to the war. So how could they know who all those battered and bloody werewolves were???

While the angry werewolves were busy abusing the poor receptionists, an elder gentleman strolled into the hospital foyer. He was accompanied by a young man who walked behind him solemnly.

The steady sound of a polished wooden cane that hit the hospital’s marble floor along with the languid steps of the owner was intimidating in its own way. The screaming werewolves fell into silence as they parted to let the elder gentleman through.

Dane Silverback looked down at the shivering receptionists along the high bridge of his nose.

“I am here for Ronan Silverback.”

“Mister... Mr. Silverback, of course, Alpha Ronan is...”

The young receptionist who answered Dane was shaking all over.

“I... please wait a little bit...”

Exactly three minutes later, the doctor in charge of Ronan arrived at the receptionist counter and bowed deeply at Dane. He had just finished Ronan’s surgery, so he was still wearing the surgery robe.

“Mr. Dane Silverback, please let me escort you to Alpha Ronan’s ward...”

As they walked, the doctor gave Dane the latest update on Ronan’s condition.

The surgery was a success. Ronan’s back had been stitched together. With the Alpha’s regenerative properties, he would heal within a week. It might leave some scars though, he added. Not that werewolves were particularly distressed about scars. Any scar was proof of a werewolf’s battle prowess as long as it did not incapacitate the werewolf.

The three people strolled through a corridor and arrived in front of Ronan’s VIP ward. In front of the ward, someone was waiting while rubbing her hands together nervously. It was a nurse in an all-white uniform. When she caught sight of Dane Silverback, she quickly lowered her eyes. Not without sneaking surreptitious glances at Dane. There was fear in her eyes.

Dane looked her up and down for a moment but was unable to recognize her. Dismissing her as some lowly nurse in the hospital, he pushed the door open and entered Ronan’s ward.

Inside the ward, Ronan was lying on his stomach with his heavily bandaged back exposed to the air. Next to him, holding his hand, was his mother, Lady Adele Fangblade.

The lady looked up when she heard someone entering the ward. When she saw that it was Dane, her usually calm disposition and gentle eyes were quickly replaced by dark expression and blazing eyes.

Behind Dane, the young man sucked in a deep breath. He stood frozen inside the ward, not knowing what to do. Dane Silverback turned to look at him and dismissed him, “Get out.”

The young man quickly left. He then waited outside next to the nurse who furrowed her brows at him and gave him judgmental looks.

Inside the ward, Lady Adele Fangblade decided that one glance was more than enough for Dane Silverback. She gave her son her full attention.

Dane Silverback cleared his throat and pulled a chair toward Ronan’s bed. Sitting on the other side of the bed, he crossed his arms and watched his ex-wife. His ex-mate. The previous Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

“Adele,” he softly spoke. “Long time no see.”

Lady Adele Fangblade gave him a curt smile. It was the kind of smile that Ronan gave his father these years, brimming with contempt and disgust.

“Stop speaking to me as if you and I were some long-lost friends, Dane Silverback. The mere sight of you makes me sick.”