Chapter 3: The Perfect Alibi

The Beta assistant assigned to treat me was Julian, from our own trauma wing.

When he saw my face, his hands froze.

His pupils shrank.

"Cora? What... what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the healing room, treating the Luna?"

Before I could answer, one of the Enforcers spoke up.

"Oh? She's one of your healers? She fell into a deep pit lined with silver. We just pulled her out."

Julian was stunned.

He stared at my face.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something but swallowed the words back down.

Looks like he knew something.

But in front of the Enforcers, he didn't dare say a word.

He just silently picked up a specialized herbal poultice of Moonflower and Comfrey, gently applying it to my right leg to draw out the silver poison.

The process of removing the silver and dressing the wound was sharp and agonizing.

The silver in my blood suppressed my healing, so they had to put three stitches in the cut on my forehead.

My right leg, pierced by the silver spike, was wrapped in a thick herbal bandage, and I was placed in a wheelchair.

Then they wheeled me to get a head scan.

Luckily, the results showed only a mild concussion. Nothing major.

Seeing that I was conscious, two high-ranking Enforcers walked into the observation room with notebooks.

They needed to take my statement. It was standard procedure for an accident investigation.

"Cora, please tell us exactly how you fell into the wolf trap."

I leaned against the headboard, pretending to struggle to remember.

"I had just finished my watch and was leaving the main building when a colleague from the trauma wing called and told me to come back immediately to help."

"I was in a hurry, and I felt a little dizzy. I didn't see the open trap in the road. My foot slipped, and I fell in."

The Enforcers nodded as they listened.

A few minutes later, someone from the Sanctuary's security office rushed in.

They handed over the complete exterior surveillance footage for the Enforcers to verify.

The footage was clear and complete. It matched my statement perfectly.

After watching it, the Enforcers confirmed it was purely an accident.

Just then, I let out a sudden gasp.

I feigned a look of pure panic.

"Oh no! They're still waiting for me to help with the patient! Why have I been stuck here for so long?"

I did my best to act like the dedicated top healer I was supposed to be.

Ignoring my injuries and the Enforcers' protests, I struggled to get up.

"Push me over there! I have to get to the advanced healing room now!"

The Enforcers tried to calm me down.

"Cora, please, calm down. You're in no condition to lead a treatment right now."

But I acted like a madwoman, forcing myself to sit up and grab the wheels of the chair.

"No! I can't rest. I have to go see for myself!"

No one could stop me.

But by the time I was hurriedly pushed to the door of the advanced healing room, the air was dead silent.

The hallway was packed with members of the Ironclaw Pack, their grief and rage a crushing weight in the air.

The red surgical light above the healing room door was off.

The rescue was over.