Chapter 21

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Ethan’s body shuddered as he leaned against the cold stone wall of his study. The isolation and stress were taking their toll, and he felt a fever building within him. His vision blurred, and he stumbled, catching himself on the edge of his desk. The sickness gnawed at his strength, weakening him in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

"Bella," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I need Bella."

Within minutes, Bella arrived, her face a mask of concern. "Ethan!" she exclaimed, rushing to his side. "You look terrible. What's happening?"

"It's...it's something inside me," Ethan said, his voice weak. "I can't fight it alone."

Bella's eyes widened, recognizing the signs of a werewolf sickness, a rare but severe ailment. She called for Connor and the others, who quickly assembled in the study. "We need the werewolf treatment now," Bella ordered. "Bring the herbs and prepare the ritual."

Connor nodded and hurried away, returning moments later with a small group carrying bowls of herbs, s