Chapter 39: A Midnight Call
(Elara's POV)
"Little omega, come here. I have a high fever."
Lucian's voice through the phone was alarmingly weak, nothing like the commanding Alpha I'd grown accustomed to. The unexpected vulnerability in his tone startled me fully awake.
"Lucian? What's happening?" I asked, sitting up in bed and switching on my lamp.
His only response was a series of harsh, painful-sounding coughs. When he finally spoke again, his words were strained.
"Need... wolf-safe medical supplies. Silver-burn fever..." Another coughing fit interrupted him.
I checked the time: 3:19 AM. "Where's your pack healer? Or James?"
"No pack healer," he managed between labored breaths. "Too many... questions. Need discretion."
Before I could ask anything else, the line went dead
