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THE WAITING GAME -1
ALEX POV Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pack hospital loomed into view. The sight of the illuminated building was a beacon of hope, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety and panic that gripped me. As the SUV screeched to a halt outside the entrance, the medical team sprang into action, their faces etched with urgency and determination. “Get them inside, now!” I commanded, my voice cracking under the strain. I leaped out of the vehicle, running to the back, where Mr. Greenie’s limp body awaited. The doctors swarmed him with a sense of organized chaos, transferring him onto a stretcher with swift, practiced movements. “We’ve got a critical injury here—silver poisoning, dark magic involved!” one of the doctors barked, directing the team as they wheeled Mr. Greenie
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