Silverblood: The Alpha's Redemption

Kira The message from the International Wolf Council reached me in the middle of the night. "What the actual hell?" I mean of all times, why in the middle of my sleep. But I had to attend to duty. No matter how grumpy I was. I leave my room and head quickly into my lab where I am surrounded by screens and samples. There I am running the same tests I had been running for years. "Silverblood Syndrome" This disease was so powerful that it didn't wait for rest. It ate through dominant blood slowly and without mercy. It was so merciless and once it found itself in a species, it was extremely ruthless. It would eat and destroy the system of a wolf and leave it weak to the point of death. Fortunately and unfortunately, it was my job to make sure that this virus didn't spread. I had spent years putting together research. Coming up with different ways to attack the disease. Ensuring that, the cure I came up with did not have any side effects. My entire aim was to bring a solution to this problem. And spent sleepless nights, cracking my head. Testing, studying and ensuring that all the research I carried out would bring a solution. And just like that. One night in the lab, I found a cure. It was almost like a miracle when I had given up. I found the solution. The answer came knocking on my door. I jubilated because I finally found my use and my worth. Finally, I was going to bring us a solution to this problem. All the Wolves had obviously heard about me. My cure had spread throughout the territories. They all came to me because the virus had eaten and killed so many wolves. They had given up. But now, I found the solution. And I wasn't going to treat it like a villain. I genuinely wanted to help. That was it. Nothing more. I already knew my research had crossed a line others could not reach. So it was no surprise when I got the message that I got. I already saw it coming before I opened it. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was called on. Seeing the invitation, it was a call. They wanted me to attend the a Summit. They wanted me to finalize the distribution of the cure. "They barely even know me" I muttered to myself with a grin across my lips. It amused me a bit. So they wanted me to stand in front of wolves who had once pretended I did not exist and explain how I would save them. This was hilarious, it made me chuckle deeply. Because there was no way on earth I was going to agree to that. Not after what they put me through, the humiliation and pain I felt would never allow me to do that. Must even be an apology, nothing. The expected me to help them just like that. I smirked lightly as I threw the invitation to the corner of my lab. I refused without any hesitation. Obviously I had no reason to return. Not even a chance in hell would I even think of that. But luckily for them my work didn't require my presence. My life was built far from pack lands, far from such things, far from mate bonds and rituals that nearly destroyed me. Just then, a second message arrived. And I saw it. The summit was being held at the Ashford territory. Instantly my memory flashed back and everything came back. Just by the mention of that name. The name had hit harder than I expected. I had trained myself not to react to it. I had studied how memory tied itself to the body. I knew how trauma slept until it was called by the right trigger. And to me Ashford territory was that trigger. Cold land. Stone halls. The place where my bond was broken under a full moon while others watched. The pain pounded in my heart. There was nothing that was going to make me go back there. I had moved on, I already made up my mind. There was no turning back. I told myself that my cure or work was not enough to make me go. As simple as that. That was what I thought till another message popped up as I was about to go. Then I received the medical file. It read: "Declan Ashford. Alpha. Infected. Late stage Silverblood. Three months left without intervention." The name rang a bell "No, it can't be" I told myself at once. I tried to turn my face but it feels like turning my back on my own work. As I open the file and study the data with focus. The markers are clear. The decay is advanced. His dominance markers are unstable. His wolf is failing. The disease that has killed so many and it will kill him too. I should have been happy. This was the right punishment but I didn't feel satisfied. I didn't feel relieved either. I felt distant. What I felt next was to control. I realized something important at that moment. I was no longer the one who had run away. I was the one who decided. I accepted the summons. Not as a wolf. Not as a mate. Not as something broken returning home. I am accepted as the only person who can stop his death. I told myself I was doing this because of the love I had for my work. I had made this cure to save people, so if it meant me looking at old wounds again I would make sure my cure reached the people I created it for. When I prepared to leave, I locked away everything personal. I reviewed my work. I made sure everything was in place. I reminded myself that the mate bond that had shattered once and will not be allowed to rule me again. I didn't think of the night of the rejection. I didn't think of the pain. I thought of the cure and what it costs. Ashford territory will not see the girl who fled. They will see the woman who holds their future in her hands.