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hapter 82 : Trapped by Silver Chains - 1 Chapter 82 : Trapped by Silver Chains ( Vanessa's POV ) The forest air felt heavy against my skin as I walked briskly alongside Trevor , my wolf's instincts screaming . danger with each step . Something wasn't right . I could feel eyes on us , predatory and calculating , hidden among the trees and buildings of this unfamiliar town .

" Trevor , I think someone is following us," I whispered , unable to keep the fear from my voice as my violet eyes darted nervously around the street . The unfamiliar alpha and beta faces we passed only intensified my anxiety . Since fleeing the Northern Territory and severing ties with the Rivers pack , I'd been painfully aware of my vulnerability . My only protection now was Trevor Blake , a former Rivers pack enforcer whose loyalty stemmed from his desperate , unrequited obsession with me .

Trevor's massive frame tensed beside me , his senses clearly on high alert as well . At six - foot - four of pure beta werewolf muscle , he cut an intimidating figure that had deterred many threats in the past . " Nessa , don't be afraid ," he growled softly , his voice low and reassuring as his hand moved instinctively toward the weapon concealed beneath his jacket . " No matter what happens , I will protect you with my life .

" Despite his words , the knot of fear in my stomach only tightened . Trevor's loyalty , however fierce , might not be enough against what I truly feared - Connor's retribution . " Trevor , if it's Connor's enforcers , you may not be able to protect me , " I said , my voice trembling slightly as I urged him toward our car . " Let's drive faster back to the villa . We shouldn't go out for a while ; maybe the Rivers pack has already found my tracks .

" The white sedan felt like our only sanctuary , though a flimsy one at best . As Trevor started the engine , I couldn't shake the feeling that we were already too late . Our escape was brutally short - lived . We had barely made it two miles when a black , reinforced pickup truck slammed into our side with devastating force , sending our sedan spinning across the road .

The air filled with the unmistakable roar of enraged wolf challenges , followed immediately by the deafening c *** k of gunfire . Glass shattered around us as bullets tore through the windows . " Nessa , get down ! " Trevor yelled , already drawing his silver - loaded weapon , his beta wolf instincts flaring as he positioned himself between me and the attackers .

I huddled down in the passenger seat , paralyzed by primal fear as more bullets , some likely silver - tipped judging by their distinctive whistle , continued to pierce our vehicle . The acrid stench of gunpowder mixed with the metallic tang of werewolf blood - Trevor's blood - filled the confined space . " Trevor , are you hurt ? " I cried out , my voice barely audible over the chaos . Trevor's face was a mask of grim determination despite the blood seeping through his shirt .

" Nessa , there are too many of them , alphas and strong betas . We may not be able to escape today ," he responded , his voice strained as he fired back through the shattered window . My face paled as terror gripped me . " Is it Connor's enforcers ? Are they going to kill me ?" * Chapter 82 Trapped by Sit embrace . " I didn't know how to tell you i couldn't go back there . " " You never have to explain such things to me , Livvy ," he'd responded , pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead .

" Your comfort and safety are my priority . " We arranged the details , and I felt another weight lift from my shoulders . By Saturday , I had hired a discreet moving company affiliated with the Rivers pack and enlisted Emma's help to pack my belongings . H Comments Watch Ads ( 0/20 ) > Vote 3/3 Chapter 82 Trapped by Sif before the door slammed shut once more . I fumbled for the object in the dim moonlight filtering through the small , grimy porthole , recognizing it as a thick wool blanket .

My momentary relief quickly turned to disgust as I felt the grime covering it and caught - its scent stale werewolf odor mixed with a sickeningly sweet , chemical smell that I recognized as wolfsbane residue . I gagged , my stomach churning with the remnants of seasickness and the offensive smells . With as much strength as I could muster , I kicked the filthy blanket away , watching it slide across the metal floor .

Overcome by cold and misery , I wept , my soft cries swallowed by the vastness of the sea . Eventually , as the temperature continued to drop and my shivering become uncontrollable , I reluctantly reached for the foul - smelling blanket . With trembling hands , I pulled it around my shoulders . ( Olivia's POV ) The hospital corridor felt brighter today as I made my way to Leah's room , my steps light with anticipation . Dr.

Foster had just confirmed what we'd all been hoping for the bone marrow transplant was a success . " Leah ! " I called as I entered her room , unable to contain my smile . " I just spoke with Dr. Foster . The transplant took perfectly ! " Leah's pale face lit up with a joy I hadn't seen before , making her look more like the seventeen - year - old girl she was rather than the illness - aged young woman I'd first met . " Sister Olivia !

" she exclaimed , her voice stronger than it had been in weeks . " Noah told me this morning , but ! wanted to hear it from you too . " I sat on the edge of her bed , taking her thin hand in mine . The cream woolen hat I'd given her was pulled snugly over her head , but beneath it , I knew her body was already beginning to heal . " The pack healers will continue monitoring you , but Dr. Foster is very optimistic ," I explained , squeezing her hand gently .

" Your body is responding beautifully to the treatment . " With Leah's recovery assured , I could finally turn my attention to other pressing matters . The past week had been a whirlwind of court appearances and case preparation for Moonlaw Legal Services , leaving little time for personal concerns . But one issue couldn't be ignored any longer I no longer felt safe in my apartment at Riverdale Terrace . Not after what had happened with Ethan .

The memory of his suicide attempt still haunted me , though I'd firmly rejected Margaret Grey's manipulative pleas to visit him . The thought of returning to an apartment so close to where Ethan had nearly frozen to death , where his scent might still linger in the hallways , made my wolf bristle with unease . Connor , ever attentive to my needs even before I voiced them , had already found a solution .

" I've arranged a new place for you ," he'd told me the previous evening , his ice - blue eyes warm with concern . " A villa in the quieter part of Riverdale , close enough to your work but with better security . Rivers pack guards will patrol the area regularly . The relief I'd felt was immediate and overwhelming . " Thank you ," I'd whispered , leaning into his strong Chapter 82 Traved to 5d .