Chapter 448: Whispers of Despair

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** My stay in the Spring Rain Pack lasted three days—a seemingly perfect timeframe for a patrol of my territory. It wasn't rushed, nor was it drawn out. Every step, every move had to be meticulously calculated to maintain the facade of normalcy for the countless pairs of eyes watching from the shadows. Yet, in the stillness of the night, I stole moments to sneak a glance at Aldrich. The sight of him was heartbreaking. His once-strong body had withered, the poison eroding his vitality, leaving him frail and pale. Around him, medical equipment—some familiar, others foreign—hummed softly, converting electricity into the life-sustaining power he desperately needed. “At present, General Aldrich is in a delicate balance with the poison,” Tracy informed me the day after Aldrich fell unconscious. She had rushed over under the guise of delivering a lecture, but her true purpose was to treat Aldrich covertly. “This balance is a double-edged sword. While it preserves his li