Chapter 130 A Dying Wolf

• Crystal stood there, frozen in shock, as Charis's words echoed in her mind. "What do you mean you're dying?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. The weight of those words seemed to hang in the air between them, thick and suffocating.
• Charis took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I have cancer," she said quietly, her eyes filled with resigned sadness. "It's in the final stage." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the strength she was trying to project.
• Crystal shook her head, trying to comprehend what she was hearing. "That is not possible, I mean… What am I missing? You are a werewolf, and werewolves don't get cancer. Even if we do, our cells regenerate too quickly for what you say to happen," she insisted, her mind scrambling for logic in a situation that defied everything she knew.