The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452

3rd Person’s POV

Lylah felt it.

Faint.

So painfully faint that it was almost impossible to sense.

Hidden somewhere deep within Abba’s spirit was the fragile outline of her wolf curled beneath layers off exhaustion and grief. Its presence flickered weakly, dim as moonlight buried beneath storm clouds.

Not gone.

But starving.

Lylah’s brows slowly furrowed.

This was far beyond ordinary illness.

A coma alone could not weaken her wolf to this extent. Something deeper had severed the connection between Abba and the beast within her. Something older. Lonelier.

Something no textbook inside Lunar Grace could fully explain.

Lylah looked up gently. “Do you have a mate?”

Abba’s expression dimmed at once.

“He died,” the old she-wolf murmured. “A very long time ago.”

The answer settled heavily inside the room.

Lylah lowered her gaze thoughtfully.

No mate and no family nearby.

The threads tethering her wolf’s spirit to the world had slowly withered one by one until almost nothing remained.

And from Abba’s scent alone, Lylah already understood the truth her lips did not say aloud.

Her family had left for Lunaris years ago.

And they rarely-if ever-returned.

A wolf abandoned long enough would eventually begin to forget the sound of her own soul.

Just then,

The hut door burst open.

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15:14 Wed, Jun 10

Chapter 452

Cold valley wind swept inside alongside the scent of frost and herbs.

“Lady Tessalonika!”

Seraphina shot upright immediately from where she had been reclining half-asleep against the old couch cushions.

Tessalonika stepped inside, brushing fog from her dark cloak before frowning sharply at the crowded room,

“It’s nearly dusk,” the elder healer said flatly. “And you still haven’t treated a single patient? What exactly have all of you been doing?”

“There was a complication,” Seraphina answered quickly, stepping forward before anyone else could speak. “Actually, I identified the problem almost immediately after examining the patient. We were preparing to proceed with treatment earlier, but Lylah delayed it.”

Lylah calmly stepped forward.

“Please hear Abba’s symptoms first,” she said evenly. “And examine her yourself before deciding anything. We waited because we needed your judgment.”

Tessalonika exhaled a tired sigh, though she said nothing further.

Instead, she approached Abba.

The elder healer crouched beside the firepit, her experienced eyes studying the old she-wolf carefully. More than ten years had passed since Tessalonika graduated from the Lunar Grace Healing department, yet even now, the moment her senses brushed against Abba’s aura, faint confusion crossed her face.

Because something about this case felt wrong.

Not entirely physical.

“The young Lady already examined me earlier,” Abba said quietly.

Tessalonika glanced up. “Which one?”

Abba pointed toward Lylah.

Seraphina’s expression darkened immediately.

“I was examining her as well,” she interjected quickly. “And I’m the one who made the diagnosis.”

Tessalonika ignored the tension and continued her assessment.

Patiently, she asked Abba to recount everything once more-the coma, the failed shifting, the years since losing her wolf. Then Tessalonika pressed two fingers lightly against the old she-wolf’s pulse.

Silence filled the hut.

The fire crackled softly.

Slowly, Tessalonika’s brows knit together.

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