Chapter 94: Life and Death
(Jamie's POV)
As Cassandra strode into the sacred healing chamber, her steps were purposeful, and her calm presence seemed to carry an impossible weight of authority. Her movements ignited a small flicker of hope within me, one I hadn’t dared to feel until now.
“She’ll save her. Cassandra can save her!” I exclaimed, my voice breaking with desperate urgency.
Elder Marcus, who stood off to the side, lowered his gaze, his expression filled with sorrow and reluctant resignation. He shook his head slowly, the deep lines on his face etched with helplessness.
“Jamie,” he said, his voice hoarse yet firm, “Victoria has no pulse. The damage is irreversible. These are silver wounds—deadly to even the strongest wolves. She’s gone.”
He sighed deeply, his words car
