Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

Joseph hung about the hospital for a few hours, though he did not really know what he was doing there after a while. He had already seen his mother. He had already spoken to Dr Rosenberg. He had already heard enough truth to make his head feel too full, and still he could not bring himself to leave immediately. The hospital felt like the only place where he could still pretend he was doing something useful. If he went home, the silence would catch him. If he went home, he would have to face the mansion, the broken pieces of the attack, the absence of control, the ugly fact that Sebastien had walked into Whitewood and taken what did not

belong to him.

So Joseph remained there, pacing about, thinking, stopping, starting again, and trying to find the best way to have all the pack Alphas and Betas tested so they could find a compatible donor for Amber. That thought was the only thing keeping him from sinking completely. A donor. A possible match. A chance, no matter how slim, that his mother did not have to lie on that bed while time quietly counted down against them. Dr Rosenberg had said it would be difficult. He had said the chances were slim and close to impossible. But close to impossible was not the same as impossible. Joseph held on to that like a starving man holding on to a

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He knew he would not rest if he failed. That was the truth of it. If Amber died without him trying everything, every single thing, he would never forgive himself. He could already imagine it. Years later, lying awake and wondering whether one more test, one more name, one more desperate request could have saved her. He could not live with that. He had already failed to notice she was sick. He had already failed to see the signs when they sat right in front of him. He had already stood beside her day after day, believing she was simply being Amber, difficult and controlling and impossible, while her body betrayed her quietly.

He would not fail her again by doing nothing.

So he thought of everything meticulously. He thought of how to gather the right names without alerting the wrong people. He thought of how to approach the higher-ranked wolves without making it look like panic. He thought of who might be B negative or O negative if anyone even knew their own blood group. He thought of whether it would be better to make it appear like routine medical documentation, or whether he should simply tell the truth and ask for help. He thought of the risks. If people knew Luna Amber was dying, that weakness could spread through the pack like blood in water. Sebastien could use it. Cynthia could twist it. Traitors could pass it along before Joseph even had time to breathe.

But if he kept it too quiet, he might lose precious time.

Everything now felt like that. Every choice was dangerous. Every path had thorns. Every truth could save them or destroy them, depending on who heard it first.

Soon, he knew it was time to go home. He could not remain at the hospital forever, not when Ethan was returning the next day, not when Whitewood had to be watched, not when the mansion itself might already be filled with eyes that did not belong to them anymore. So he and Adam returned. At the same time, Joseph instructed Brian to remain at the hospital for security purposes. He did not trust the hospital to be safe simply because it had walls and doctors. After what had happened, nowhere felt safe. Not the hospital, not the mansion, not even the places that used to belong fully to them.

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Underwater: The Silent Luna