Chapter 1116: Chapter 1215

I turned pale at the thought.

Caleb noticed my distress and asked with concern, “Debra, what’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”

I was about to reveal the haunting images that had just crossed my mind when Caleb’s phone rang.

The ringtone, usually so mundane, sounded incredibly disruptive at that moment.

Carlos’ name flashed on the caller ID.

A heavy feeling weighed on my heart, dragging it down.

Caleb hesitated to answer, his eyes on me, likely wanting to hear what I was about to say.

Trying to maintain my composure, I urged, “Please, answer the call.

”

Caleb then pressed the button to take the call.

As soon as he connected, the sounds of turmoil and sobbing from Carlos’ end filled the room, setting a scene of emergency as if something terrible had occurred.

Caleb’s body tensed up as he inquired urgently, “Carlos, what’s going on? Is there trouble there?”

Carlos’s voice came through, laden with shock and anger.

“Caleb, it’s bad here at the Thorn Edge Pack.

We were blindsided by an attack from the Xeric Pack, and they had half-blood witches with them.

We were caught off guard and overwhelmed!”

Caleb’s initial shock quickly turned into action as he asked sharply, “How’s my father? What’s his condition?”

“He was caught in the ambush.

He’s critically injured and receiving emergency care.

His condition is uncertain,” Carlos responded, his voice anxious and hurried.

Carlos’ POV:

“What?” Caleb’s reaction was immediate, his eyes narrowing as he sat up straight in bed.

He became visibly upset, firing question after question.

“Carlos, what went down? Didn’t we beef up the security around my dad? How did he get hit anyway?”

I felt a wave of remorse as Caleb’s questions poured in, feeling responsible and my eyes welling up with tears.

Who could have seen this coming?

Here I was, standing in the hospital corridor, where there was a flurry of activity.

Medical staff were everywhere, some with medicines, others rushing wounded werewolves to surgery.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with the sounds of crying and moaning from the families of the patients.

It was chaotic.

Near a window, someone lamented, “Oh, what a tragedy! Weren’t we on high alert?”

I was speechless, overwhelmed by the situation.

By the time I reached out to Caleb, I was already at the hospital with the critically injured Patrick.

Sally, Zoe, and Jenifer also managed to come.