The Abused Luna's Comeback Novel - Chapter 72

Chapter 72 The Miraculous Recovery

Three days later.

[Edward’s P.0.v.]

I have resumed my training over the past few days with the help of James, the pack’s senior guard. It had always been Sunset Pack’s tradition for the men of the ranked members to train in their free time, which meant that they had to work on their physical fitness, endurance, and speed, among others. The pack’s senior guard would be the one to monitor and guide us. I had been spending a lot of time with Rose lately – especially since she was new and had a lot of baggage to deal with – which meant that I had been lagging behind in my training. It was about time I picked things up again.

Although everyone was afraid of my physique and my wolf, I still wanted to improve my fighting skills because I needed to protect people.

My coach was supposed to be Dylan since he was the pack’s chief guard i.e. the leader of the pack’s senior guards. Unfortunately, he was currently under observation and in quarantine.

Dr. Baldwin had been taking Dylan’s blood samples for three days straight and so far, the results showed that he was still normal. Dylan had not shown any other signs of being mutated or anything either. Thus, we felt that it was time that he was released. When I returned to my bedroom after today’s training, I saw my little wildcat reading a book by the window. I walked over, hugged her from behind in my arms, and kissed her on the head.

“Edward, you smell terrible! You’re all sweaty! Go take a shower.”

Although my mate protested verbally, she didn’t reject my hug physically.

“You didn’t hate my sweat so much in bed.”

I teased her and her face instantly turned as red as an apple. It was adorable. I cleverly dodged her fist and went to take a shower.

It had been a few days, but I was still surprised every time I remembered the monsters at Southern Wildnerss Pack. They were supposed to be Rose’s people, including Alpha Austin. But based on Dylan’s current status, their condition didn’t seem to be spread through bites. So how did they end up like that?

And perhaps the biggest mystery I was most keen to solve was Clyde. I had already instructed Patrick to double-check his background, but everything still checked out like last time – he had a beautiful and clean medical record and was a well-behaved Omega of New Moon Pack before he joined us. Still, I had deliberately left him alone over the past few days. After all, he also needed time to recover from his injuries. Patrick had been keeping a close yet discreet eye on Clyde but he had not behaved suspiciously either.

After taking a shower, I kissed Rose goodbye and went to my office to deal with the documents that needed to be signed and approved.

Yesterday morning, my biomedical company’s secretary, Kathleen called me. Some documents emailed to me required my signature. We had been working with a pharmaceutical company to develop a new drug and they wanted me to visit their headquarters in Birmingham, England.

I knew my men have been there before so I didn’t have to go there myself. If I did, the other party would take too much liberty to entertain me. As such, I had asked Kathleen to decline the invitation with the excuse of having urgent business to attend to.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. It was Doctor Baldwin.

“Alpha, I have something to report to you.”

His voice trembled a little as he spoke. I gestured for him to sit and speak slowly.

“Alpha, I’ve been a doctor for so many years, but I’ve never encountered anyone like Clyde.”

“What about him?”

“After you had returned together, he was carried to the infirmary on a stretcher. Although he didn’t seem to be injured externally, he had suffered very serious internal injuries. His chest was swollen and I saw him grimace in pain because he had three broken ribs. His condition was very serious.”

“I know. He was in great pain in the car too.”

“Well, the thing is, it usually takes two to three months for injuries that involved muscles and bones such as his to recover. More specifically, Clyde should have taken at least three to four months to recover. But it became quickly apparent that he had an amazing recovery speed. I just took his X-ray today and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Three of his shattered ribs have healed! Now, he’s walking around the room as if nothing had happened!”

Dr. Baldwin sounded so excited. This was perhaps the first medical miracle he’d ever encountered. But I remained calm. I had a feeling Clyde was a little different from the moment I saw his Klein blue wolf.

Everything I had learned about Clyde lately reminded me of someone else, the person sitting by the window of our room quietly reading a book.

I didn’t know why my head deduced a connection between the two yet, but I immediately called Patrick to bring Clyde to my office. Then I dismissed Dr. Baldwin after telling him to keep Clyde’s recovery a secret.

When Clyde showed up at my office, he looked as good as Doctor Baldwin had described. It was as if nothing had happened to him.

I told Patrick to leave, but not before whispering an instruction to him to be on standby outside the door in case something went wrong. I turned to look at Clyde and his eyes made him seem like a different person – he looked calmly determined.

I thought for a few seconds about how I could get all the information I wanted from him. But in the end, I decided to get straight to the point.

“Clyde, have you heard of the Werewolf of Chaos?”