Chapter 212 The Silver Allergy Flares Pt 2

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 The Silver Allergy Flares Pt 2

Kaelen’s POV

I could feel it burning in my veins every now and then, since the battle with Viktor. I had been hiding it from everyone, pushing through the pain, and pretending that everything was fine.

I could not let them see, and I could not let them worry.

I had seen the way Talia looked at me sometimes, the way her eyes searched my face for any sign of pain. I had seen the way Jax watched me during training, with his gaze lingering a moment too long. They were starting to suspect, and I could not let that happen.

I climbed out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Talia. I dressed quickly in the dim light of the morning, and walked to the training ground, and I saw that Jax was already there, waiting for me.

"You are early," he said.

"I could not sleep," I replied.

He nodded, and I could see the concern in his eyes, but he did not push. He never pushed anyway.

We soon began to spar.

The familiar rhythm of combat was a welcome distraction, and a way to quiet the chaos in my mind. But even as I moved, I could feel the silver burning, and the ache spreading through my chest like a warning I could not ignore.

But I still pushed myself harder than I should.

My movements were slower, and my strikes were weaker, as the silver was burning in my veins, and I could feel it getting worse with every move I made.

Jax landed a hit, and I stumbled back. I winced, and my hand went to my chest, because the pain there was almost unbearable.

I could feel the heat radiating from the spot, with the familiar sting that told me the allergy was flaring up again. I had hoped it would fade, that I could push through it, but it was getting worse.

My skin was red and irritated, the same way it looked when silver touched me.

I had seen that mark before, too many times to count. It was a scar that never truly healed, and a constant reminder of the weakness I carried inside me.

Jax noticed, and his eyes flickered with concern, but he said nothing.

I forced myself to stand up straight. "Again."

But Jax hesitated.

I could see the worry in his eyes, the way he was weighing his words, as if he was trying to decide whether to push me or to let me be. He was a good friend, the best I had ever had.

"Kaelen..." He said gently.

"Again," I repeated.

My voice was firm, and I could see the reluctance in his eyes, but he did as I asked. He always did, even when he knew I was being stubborn.

He nodded and continued, but I could see him holding back, because he was not going as hard as he usually did.

I could feel him holding back, pulling his punches, and I knew it was because he was worried. But I did not have the energy to argue with him. I just kept moving, kept fighting, and kept pretending that everything was fine.

When the session ended, Jax walked away without a word. But he returned shortly, and he slipped a small bottle of medicine into my hand.

The medicine was a familiar sight. It was a small glass bottle filled with a dark liquid that dulled the pain, but never truly made it go away. I had used it before, and I would use it again.

I looked at the bottle, then at him. I did not say thank you, because I did not need to.

He looked at me for a long moment.

There was something in his gaze, like a question he was not asking, and a concern he was not voicing. But I did not give him the chance to speak. I just looked away, and he understood.

We were done with our training for the day, and we fell in to a few moments of silence. Jax stared at me for a bit, but he still did not say anything. He just turned and walked away.

I watched him go, and I felt the weight of his silence. Because I was sure that he knew, but I was also sure that he was not going to say anything.

Jax had been by my side for years, through battles and losses and everything in between. He knew me better than almost anyone, and he could see through the walls I tried to build. ℯℯ𝑙.

I looked at the bottle in my hand, and I felt the familiar ache in my chest. I was hiding my weakness, trying to be strong for Talia, and for the pack. For a moment, I suddenly began to worry about Jax not saying anything, especially to grandfather.

His silence had been heavy, and loaded with unspoken concern, but I could not afford to dwell on it. There was too much at stake, and too many people counting on me.

But I was more worried about the mission ahead.

I tightened my grip on the bottle.

The glass was cool against my palm, and it gave me a small comfort in the midst of everything. I held onto it like a lifeline, and as a reminder that I was not completely helpless.

I would keep pushing, i would keep hiding, and I would not let my weakness stop me from protecting the people I loved.

I would make sure Talia did not find out about my condition, no matter what it took.

I slipped the bottle into my pocket and walked back to the room, with my footsteps heavy on the stone floor. Talia was still asleep when I entered, and I stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching her.

She was my reason for all of this. She was the reason I kept fighting, kept hiding, and kept pushing through the pain. And I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

Even if it meant sacrificing myself.