Brute 247

Chapter 247 

William’s POV 

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It had been two days since Atasha had been captured yet Celestes suffering did not slow. It got worse. 

She lay twisted on the bed, skin damp, hair stuck to her temples her breathing uneven in a way that made every person in the room hold their breath with her. Her body convulsed again without warning, and this time the vomit was not just bile. 

Blood hit the floor first. 

Then came something darker, thicker, black and sticky, stretching in strings as it spilled from her mouth like it did not want to leave her. The smell turned sharp almost instantly, the kind that made the healers step back even as they tried to force themselves forward. 

William’s hands clenched so hard his knuckles turned pale. “Help her!” he ordered. 

“Hold her up,” one of the women said, voice shaking as she reached for a cloth. 

Renan moved first, bracing Celeste’s shoulders. Another healer tried to steady her head. Celeste gagged again, eyes rolling. the muscles in her throat working like it was trying to purge something that refused to be purged. 

William watched the black liquid drip off the bedframe and onto the ground, watched it cling to the wood like tar, and he felt something inside him snap tighter and tighter until it hurt. 

“Do something,” he demanded, stepping closer. “Do everything. Anything! I do not care what it costs, and I do not care what you have to destroy to get it done.” 

One of the healers, an older man with trembling hands and swear collecting on his brow, swallowed hard as he looked at Celeste’s mouth, at her lips stained dark, at the way her body kept jerking like it was fighting itself. 

“My lord,” the healer began carefully, “our herbs are lacking, and this poison is not like anything we-” 

William’s foot connected with the healer’s chest before the sentence could finish. He had heard that excuse before! 

He watched as the man went down hard, crashing into the side table and sending a bowl of water sloshing onto the floor. 

William’s breath was harsh through his nose, his eyes locked on Celeste as if staring hard enough could force her body to heal the way it was supposed to. 

“You will not stand there and explain shortages to me,” William said. “You will not tell me what you cannot do while she vomits herself to death in front of my eyes.” 

The healer struggled to push himself up, palms slipping slightly on the wet floor. He opened his mouth again, and William stepped closer until the man’s words died on his tongue. 

“Try again,” William said. “Find something. Mix something. Cut something out of her if you have to. You are healers, so act 

like it.” 

Celeste retched again, and the sound tore through William’s head like a blade. 

“She is going to be the future Luna of this pack! You must heal her!” His gaze swept the room, catching every face, every useless stare, every hesitation that looked like fear of failure instead of fear of losing her. 

Then William let out a sigh. Two days of this and he is barely holding on. He is slowly losing his mind! 

“Everyone out,” William ordered, voice rising. “Now. If you are not actively keeping her alive, then you are taking up 

air.” 

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A few of them hesitated, shocked by the order. 

William turned his head sharply. “Move,” he snapped. “Out” 

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The room cleared fast after that. Footsteps scattered. The door shut. The noise faded until it was only Celeste’s wet breathing and the muffled sounds of the packhouse beyond the walls. 

Renan stayed. 

William did not tell him to leave because he needed at least one person in this cursed place who still obeyed without making him repeat himself. 

Renan kept his eyes on Celeste, face tight, jaw flexing as if he was biting back words. 

William’s voice dropped. “Did we receive a response?” 

Renan nodded once. “Yes. The reply came through the same route. The attack will happen tonight.” 

The pressure in William’s chest shifted, not easing, but changing shape into something sharper.. 

“Then they need to hurry,” William said, turning toward the door as if he could will time to move faster. “If this continues, she will suffer until her mind breaks. She is the future Luna of this pack. She must live.” 

Renan looked like he wanted to argue, like he wanted to say what both of them knew, which was that Celeste’s condition did not look like something time could fix. 

Renan did not speak. 

William took that silence as loyalty. 

Renan moved toward the door, likely to send another message, but he barely got two steps before the door burst open. 

A soldier stumbled inside, face pale, breath ragged, eyes wide in panic. 

“My lord,” the man said quickly, voice too loud for the sickroom. We received news. The Demon Fangs dared to attack. The northerners are already fighting outside the perimeter.” 

Every decision was his now. 

The soldier swallowed hard. “Nightfall is waiting for your instructions.” 

William stepped forward. He turned toward Renan. “Get the men ready.” 

Renan straightened immediately. “They are already waiting,” he said. “They have been waiting underground for your order.” William’s mouth tightened, and for the first time in hours he felt something close to satisfaction cut through the rage. 

This was it. 

This was the moment they had been building toward since the northerners marched in and wrapped iron around the pack like a leash. This was the opening they needed, the chaos that would force the North to fight on ground they did not control. 

William looked at the soldier again. “Tell the pack to grab their weapons,” he ordered. “We are going to meet the ones who dared to invade us.” Tonight, they are going to punish the north! 

The soldier nodded hard and backed out fast, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush. 

William moved to the bed one last time and looked down at Celeste. 

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Her lashes fluttered, her lips parted as another breath scraped out of her like it hurt to exist. The black residue clung to the corner of her mouth even as the healer wiped at it. 

William’s jaw clenched until it ached. 

He did not touch her. He did not soften. 

He placed guards outside the door instead, two men he trusted with their lives. 

“Do not let anyone in unless I return and say so,” William ordered them. “If someone forces their way through, you kill them before they reach her.” 

The guards nodded, faces grim. 

William turned away and strode down the corridor with Renan at his side. 

As they moved, William spoke without looking at him. “Are the soldiers ready?” 

Renan kept pace. “They are armed with poison as you instructed he said. “They have been waiting beneath the packhouse since the perimeter went up. They will move the moment you give the signal.” 

William’s blood heated at the thought. The tragedy that ruined the underground cave killed his son. It took him a long time to build the underground cave back. While it’s still not complete, it is completely usable. Especially for hiding soldiers and 

weapons. 

Not long after, he reached the Alpha’s study and pushed the door open. The room still smelled of ink, old paper, and authority that was currently useless because the man who owned it lay unconscious while William carried the burden. William crossed to the bookshelves and ran his fingers along the spines. 

He was searching for the mechanism. 

Then his hand found it. 

The bookshelf groaned softly, then slid. 

A narrow passage opened behind it, cold air drifting out like the breath of something buried. 

William stepped into the opening first, then motioned Renan in behind him. He took the stairs downward, the stone steps worn and steep, leading deeper than any guest in this packhouse would ever suspect. 

Torchlight flickered along the walls as they descended until the stairs opened into a wide chamber carved into rock, a hidden cave beneath Nightfall that smelled like earth, metal, and secrets that had been kept for generations. 

William’s hand tightened around his weapon. 

He did not feel fear. He felt anticipation. 

Because tonight, the North would finally suffer in their hands. 

However, the moment he stepped into the largest clearing, his expression shifted.