Chapter 51 Chapter fifty-one
The document was his medical report.
At first, he only skimmed the lines, but the words snagged his attention and held him captive.
Subject: Claus Slytherin
Condition: Infertile. No possibility of conception.
His heartbeat stalled. Then kicked violently.
“No,” he whispered, voice cracking. “That’s impossible…”
His mind yanked him back weeks ago, the healer had personally come with another medical report telling him the opposite. She’d said he was healthy, capable, fertile after years of believing he couldn't not fathered a child. But now it coming back to him, haunting him down.
He remembered the relief he’d felt that day. The joy, that he would be able to produce an hair to the throne.
He remembered everything clearly as if it was yesterday.
But this document… this cold, emotionless sheet of truth…
It spat in his face.
It mocked him.
It ripped through the fragile structure of trust he thought he had.
Claus gripped the edges of the document so tightly it crumpled between his fists.
Why did she lie to me?
Did she plan this with Ellie?
And for how long will they hide the truth from him?
Claus forced himself to breathe. He have find everything. Every file. Every letter. Every scrap of paper she left behind.
he flipped through the pile on the table. Another envelope caught his eye, a thick, slightly yellowed paper with an unbroken seal pressed into the wax.
The title written across it made his brows knit together.
“The Pack House Secret.”
His pulse kicked up again. “What…?”
With a swift motion, he broke the seal, tearing through the wax, and unfolded the document. His eyes moved quickly across the page.
Then slowed.
Then froze.
“What language is this?” he muttered under his breath. The words curled across the parchment in swirling symbols he had never seen before. They weren’t runes, nor witch markings, nor wolf-script. They were… something else entirely. Foreign. Ancient.
Useless.
He flipped the page over. Nothing.
He held it up to the light. No hidden markings.
Frustration burned through his veins like fire.
“what is she hiding,” Claus said, his voice harsh. “From all of us.”
The healer had secrets—too many.
And now she was gone.
“She ran because she knew we would find this,” Claus muttered, staring again at the infertility report as if it might magically change. “She ran before she could be questioned. Before she could explain why she lied.”
He moved quickly, gathering the mysterious papers, sealing them in a leather pouch, and falling into formation behind him. Claus pushed open the door and stepped out into the cold, corridor air. For a moment, he stood there, trying to steady the storm raging inside him.
He felt betrayed.
Used.
Played for a fool.
And above all—terrified of what these documents meant.
If I’m infertile… then whose child is Ellie carrying?
The thought stabbed through him like a blade.
He clenched his fists and walked away with long, determined strides.
Back at the Courtroom
The room buzzed with murmurs when Claus entered, the leather pouch in his hand. Sylvia was there, pacing around the ro in tumor. The guards tensed as Claus passed, sensing the tempest rolling off him.
When he reached Sylvia, he dropped the documents on the table with a dull thud.
“We found these in the healer’s room,” he said, his voice thick with controlled rage. “I want you to look at them. Tell me if you understand any of it.”
Sylvia brow furrowed, surprised by the harshness in his tone. He opened the pouch and carefully pulled out the sheets. “What is all of this?”
“Read it,” Claus demanded.
He unfolded the paper. Her eyes widened slightly, but she schooled her expression quickly.
“This… Claus, this says—”
“I know what it says,” he snapped. “It’s titled The Pack House Secret.”
Sylvia’s brows furrowed. He flip it slowly just as he had and frowned deeply.
“What language is this?”
“You tell me.”
“I can’t read it,” Sylvia said honestly. “It doesn’t resemble anything from our archives, or from the witches’ glossaries we’ve studied.”
He flipped the paper over, held it closer, then farther, trying to make sense of the strange symbols. Nothing made sense.
“It’s like… it was never meant for us to understand,” he murmured.
Claus inhaled sharply.
Exactly what he feared.
He ran both hands through his hair, pacing. It was frustrating already. He don't know what to do anymore. Why is mysterious things happening in the pack recently. First it was the pack's water and now the healer is gone and the only left behind by her is a document written in strange language.
Sylvia set the papers down slowly. “This is serious.”
Claus let out a humorless laugh. “Serious doesn’t begin to describe it.”
Sylvia stepped closer. “What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know,” Claus admitted through clenched teeth. “And that’s what terrifies me. Because if the healer hid this, it means she knew something about us about this pack that we don’t.”
Sylvia’s eyes darkened with concern. “Claus… do you think this secret has anything to do with the recent things happening in pack?”
He stiffened. “Everything is connected until proven otherwise.”
Silence settled thickly between them, a silence filled with suspicions neither dared voice aloud.
Sylvia lifted the sealed paper again, staring at the unreadable language. “What could the Pack House possibly be hiding? And why would the healer of all people be the one keeping it?”
Claus exhaled, long and weary. “That’s what we need to find out.”
He took the documents from his gently, though his hands still trembled with barely contained fury.
“she's hiding things from us,” he muttered. He turned and faced the room, voice rising. “This isn’t coincidence. This is a threat.”
Sylvia nodded slowly. “Then we must uncover the truth before someone else uses it against us.”
Claus looked at the papers again, his infertility report which he had hidden before coming inside the courtroom. He want to get the bottom of this medical report without the help of anyone. No one is to be trusted.
“What was this secret?” he whispered. “And why was it hidden from us?”
Sylvia didn’t answer.
No one could.