Chapter 209: The Predator’s Network
Chapter 209: The Predator’s Network
(Olivia’s POV)
After making my statement at the police station, I returned to Harbor City Memorial Hospital. The sterile corridors felt familiar now, having spent so much time here recently.
I pushed open the door to Miranda’s room quietly. She was still pillows.
Conscious, her face pale against the white
The wolfsbane had done serious damage. Her body was fighting to recover from the poisoning.
I settled into the chair beside her bed. Whatever our pa had planned for her.
difces, no woman deserved what those rogues
Around eleven in the morning, Miranda’s eyelids fluttered open. She blinked slowly, confusion clouding her features.
“Water,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and weak.
I immediately reached for the glass on her bedside table. “Here, drink slowly.”
She took small sips, wincing as she swallowed. “Where… where am I?”
“Harbor City Memorial Hospital,” I said gently. “You’re safe now.”
Miranda struggled to sit up, her movements unsteady. “I feel terrible. Everything’s spinning.”
“That’s the wolfsbane leaving your system,” I explained. “It’ll take time to fully recover.”
Her eyes widened with sudden panic. “Wolfsbane? What happened to me?”
I leaned forward, keeping my voice calm. “You were drugged at Nightshade Bar last night. Some rogues slipped wolfsbane into your drink.”
“Drugged?” Miranda’s hand flew to her throat. “But I don’t remember…”
“That’s normal with wolfsbane poisoning,” I assured her. “Your memories of last night will be fragmented.”
Miranda stared at me with growing confusion. “You… you rescued me?”
“Emma and I found you before anything worse could happen,” I said simply.
“Emma Thompson beat up the rogues who drugged you. They’re in police custody now.”
Miranda’s expression shifted to complete bewilderment. “But wh
aren’t we?”
I blinked, genuinely taken aback. “Rivals? What do you mean?”
Would you save me? We’re… we’re rivals,
“Over Ethan Grey,” she said, as if it should be obvious. “Everyone knows you two have history.”
I shook my head firmly. “Miranda, I don’t harbor any ill will toward you. We’re both werewolf women in this
world.”
“We should be supporting each other against predators, not fighting over men.”
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Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I… I thought you saw me as competition.”
“I don’t have such a twisted mindset,” I said honestly. “Whatever you think about Ethan and me, that’s in the past.”
“The rogue who drugged you has been arrested. That’s what matters now.”
Miranda’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been so prejudiced against you.”
“Thank you for saving me. I don’t deserve your kindness.”
I reached over and squeezed her hand gently. “Evo
have to earn.”
deserves to be safe. That’s not something you
After a moment, I stood up. “Are you hungry? I can order some food for you.”
Miranda nodded gratefully. “Could you… could you order from Silverleaf Restaurant? I know it’s expensive, but their moonlight herb
Ught herb soup helps with wolfsbane
WY”
I smiled and pulled out my phone. “Of course. Whatever you need.”
Silverleaf Restaurant was known for catering exclusively to elite werewolf families. Their prices were astronomical, but I didn’t hesitate.
As I placed the order, Miranda watched me curiously. “Your assistant Emma… she’s incredibly skilled. Where did you find someone like that?”
“Emma’s a professional bodyguard I hired through my pack connections in Blackmoor Territory,” I explained. “She has extensive combat training.”
Miranda’s eyes lit up with interest. “Do you think she could recommend someone similar for me? After last night, I realize I need protection.”
“I can ask her,” I offered. “Though may I ask why you were at Nightshade Bar alone?”
Miranda’s cheeks reddened again. “I went there looking for Ethan Grey. I heard he sometimes goes there for business meetings.”
She took a shaky breath. “I wanted to tell him how I feel. I’ve been in love with him for so long.”
“I know this might be unfair to you, but I’m determined to pursue him.”
I kept my expression neutral. “There’s nothing for you to feel sorry about, Miranda.”
“Ethan is free to choose whoever he wants. So are you.”
Miranda looked relieved by my calm response. “You’re much kinder than I expected.”
“I got drunk with my friend Sarah last night before going to the bar,” she continued. “After that, everything’s a
blur.”
A warning bell went off in my mind. “Miranda, you should report your friend to the police.”
“What? Why?” she asked, startled.
“Think about it,” I said carefully, “You got drunk with her, then ended up drugged at the bar. She might be connected to those rogues.”
Miranda’s face went pale. “You think Sarah… but she’s my friend.”
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“I’m not saying she definitely betrayed you,” I said gently. “But the police should investigate all possibilities? “You’re right,” Miranda said slowly. “I should go to the police station this afternoon.”
“I’ll come with you if you’d like,” I offered.
After lunch arrived from Silverleaf Restaurant, Miranda ate slowly but steadily. The moonlight herb soup seemed to restore some color to her cheeks.
“I feel much better,” she said, managing a genuine smile.
That afternoon, we went to the police station together. Miranda gave her statement about the previous night’s events.
The officer took detailed notes about her friend Sarah and the timeline of events.
“We’d like you to identify the suspects,” the officer said. “Can you handle that?”
Miranda nodded bravely. “I want to see them.”
We were led to a viewing room where the three rogues sat in custody. Miranda studied their faces carefully.
“I don’t recognize any of them,” she said firmly.
The lead officer nodded. “They claim they acted out of lust, targeting you randomly.”
“Can you tell us again why you were at Nightshade Bar?” he asked.
Miranda repeated her story about looking for Ethan Grey. The officer recorded everything meticulously. Suddenly, a phone rang from the holding area. The sound was muffled but audible through the glass. One of the officers hurried to the cells. We could see him answering one of the rogue’s phones.
The name “Xavier Blake” was clearly visible on the screen.
A man’s urgent voice came through the speaker, loud enough for us to hear.
“Where’s the video? It’s been so long, why hasn’t the video been sent?”
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