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Chapter 84: Delusions and Despair–1
Chapter 84: Delusions and Despair
( Jason’s POV)
I watched Ethan from across his living room, concern gnawing at my gut. My friend was losing his mind before my eyes.
“Ethan, who were you talking to Just now?” I asked carefully.
He looked up, blue eyes bright with an unnatural happiness that sent chills down my spine. “Liv just went to the kitchen to make some tea. She’ll be right back p>
My heart sank: This was the third time this week I’d caught him having full conversations with an Olivia who wasn’t there. His wolf Noah seemed to be encouraging these delusions, creating phantom scents and sounds
that only Ethan could detect.
“There’s no one in the kitchen, Ethan,” I said gently. “Olivia moved out weeks ago. Remember p>
His expression darkened momentarily before that eerie smile returned. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s right there.” He pointed to empty space beside him. “Can’t you smell her scent? Cora is right here too, playing with Noah p>
I exchanged worried glances with Lucas, who had accompanied me on this visit. We’d both noticed Ethan’s deteriorating mental state, but this was worse than we’d feared.
“Ethan, we need to talk about getting you some help,” Lucas ventured cautiously.
Ethan ignored him completely, turning to the empty space beside him. “Liv, would you like some more tea? You barely touched your cup.
I moved closer, noticing for the first time that Ethan had set the table for two. A steaming bowl of what I recognized as Olivia’s Healing Broth sat untouched across from him.
“She loves this broth,” Ethan explained, catching my gaze. “I make it exactly how she taught me. The lily root needs to simmer for exactly forty–three minutes p>
My wolf stirred uneasily within me. This wasn’t just grief or heartbreak – Ethan’s mind had fractured. He’d created an elaborate fantasy where Olivia still loved him, where their wolves still yearned for each other.
“Ethan,” I said firmly, “Olivia isn’t here. She’s with Connor Rivers now. You need to accept that p>
eyes flashed red momentarily, his wolf surging forward in anger. “Don’t say his name in my house! You’ll
upset Liv p>
His
Lucas stepped forward, his own wolf bristling at the challenge in Ethan’s voice. “This has gone far enough. You need professional help p>
Ethan stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. “Get out! Both of you! You’re upsetting her p>
I watched as he turned to comfort the invisible Olivia, murmuring soothing words to empty air. His wolf seemed to be nuzzling something only he could see.
“We can’t leave him like this, Lucas whispered to me. “He’s completely delusional p>
I nodded grimly. “We need to get him to Dr. Carter at Harbor City Memorial. She specializes in werewolf
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mental health p>
Ethan was still talking animatedly to the empty space, his wolf basking in the imagined presence of his lost mate. The sight broke my heart.
“Ethan,” I called, interrupting his one–sided conversation. “We’re taking you to see someone who can help.
His head snapped toward me, eyes narrowing. “I don’t need help. I’m perfectly fine p>
“You’re talking to someone who isn’t there,” Lucas pointed out bluntly. “That’s not fine p>
Ethan’s face contorted with rage. “Get out! NOW p>
Instead of retreating, Lucas and I exchanged a determined look. We’d come prepared for this. In a swift, coordinated movement, we grabbed Ethan’s arms, restraining him as he howled in fury.
“Let me go! Liv, help me!” he shouted, struggling against our grip.
His wolf surged forward, eyes blazing red, but even in his delusional state, Ethan wasn’t at full strength. Weeks of poor eating and sleeping had weakened him considerably.
“I’m sorry, Ethan,” I said as we dragged him toward the door. This is for your own good p>
(Ethan’s POV)
The sterile smell of Harbor City Memorial Hospital assaulted my senses as Jason and Lucas forcibly escorted me through the psychiatric wing. My wolf Noah paced restlessly within me, agitated by the clinical environment and the separation from Liv.
“I don’t need to be here,” I growled, trying once more to break free from their grip. “Liv is waiting for me at home p>
Jason’s expression was pained. “Ethan, please. Just talk to Dr. Carter p>
A woman in her thirties approached us, her neat short hair framing an intellectual face. Her beta wolf projected calm authority, immediately soothing some of my agitation.
“Mr. Grey, I’m Dr. Helen Carter,” she said, her voice measured and professional. “Would you like to come to my
talk?” office so we can
I wanted to refuse, to demand they take me back to Liv, but something in Dr. Carter’s steady gaze made my wolf pause. Noah sensed no threat from her, only a genuine desire to help.
“Fine,” I muttered. “But make it quick. Liv will worry if I’m gone too long p>
Dr. Carter’s office was surprisingly comfortable, with soft lighting and no trace of the harsh hospital smell. She gestured for me to sit in a plush armchair while Jason and Lucas waited outside.
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