Third Person’s POV


    Lte didn’t move forward right away. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hands as tears <b>quickly </b>blurred her vision, dropping heavily to the ground.


    Just as everyone thought she would break down in tears, she quickly wiped them away, cleaning her face thoroughly.


    After several attempts, she managed a faint, trembling smile and walked toward her mate.


    She sat by the bedside and gazed at Marsh’s face.


    After days of treatment, most of the swelling had subsided, leaving only some bruises. The wounds at the corners of his mouth and eyes had mostly healed.


    However, thebination of bruises, his originally tanned skin, and the application of red medicine made his lips appear purplish–ck. His face looked battered and evoked a heart–wrenching sense of fragility.


    As if drawn by Lte’s unique pheromones, Marsh, who had been in a daze, suddenly opened his eyes.


    His wolf pupils were initially cloudy and unfocused, searching aimlessly.


    Then, the scent of morning dew and honeysuckle from Lte enveloped him. His vertical pupils sharply contracted, locking onto her face like a ma–a soul–deep imprint that even in his confused state couldn’t be erased.


    A low whimper escaped his throat, as if he couldn’t believe this wasn’t an illusion. He blinked several times. Only when Lte’s cool hand touched his cheek, the familiar sensation and pheromones flooding his senses, did the nds in his neck grow warm, confirming this wasn’t a dying man’s dream.


    Lte smiled at him, her fingers trembling with restraint. Her honeysuckle pheromones carried a barely perceptible shudder yet revealed unyielding strength, “I’m here.”


    Marsh tried to raise his hand to grasp hers, but his arm felt leaden and only trembled uselessly.


    Lte quickly took his hand, and upon touching the gel–covered joints, she noticed each finger bore deep, bone–exposing w marks, with even the keratin at the base of his ws stripped away.


    Her honeysuckle pheromones turned sharp, her heart clenched as if grasped by a wolf’s paw.


    Tears welled up, but she jerked her/head back to hold them in. When she looked at him again, her <ul><li>pheromones had stabilized. </li></ul>


    Her smile carried unwavering warmth. “I’m here, right here.”


    Marsh, who had been silent since arriving at the medical station, moved his lips several ti out a broken whisper that formed three words, “I’m sorry…”


    squeezing


    His wolf pupils, like two glowing nails, fixed intently on Lte. Despite his confusion, he greedily


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    absorbed her presence–the very thought that had sustained him through torture<i>. </i>


    The scent he had yearned for in captivity now surrounded him.


    The seemingly soft yet steel–strong power in her pheromones seeped into his drained body.


    She had always been like that: appearing as a honeysuckle flower swaying in the wind, yet her roots were more deeply embedded in the crevices of rocks than anyone else’s.


    “I… will… get… better…”


    Each word he spoke was like turning a rusty gear, yet a spark lit in his wolf pupils.


    As he spoke, his previously faint pheromones rippled ever so slightly.


    Someone in the crowd let out a sob.


    Though everyone felt like crying, Doctor Digby had repeatedly forbidden it over the past few days. Who would dare provoke him?


    Looking around, they saw Digby jog out.


    After a while, they realized that sob hade from him.


    Once Digby broke down, everyone else followed, tears falling freely.


    Adide, who had stood by Lte, feeling a great heaviness in her heart and unable to hold back her tears, turned and left.


    Lance followed her out and took her hand.


    After a long silence, he whispered, “These past days, I’ve missed you terribly.”


    Adide wiped her tears and turned into his embrace, choking out, “I’ve missed you too. On the journey here, I put myself in Lte’s shoes countless times. It’s wonderful that you brought him back. I never expected him to be Eugenius.”


    He held her tightly, as if she were a precious treasure.


    This was the first time she had voiced her feelings for him. Even so, he exined, “Not only is Marsh Eugenius, but there are ten others in that room who are also Eugenius.”


    Adide pushed him away in surprise. “What? You mean those people in the room earlier? I thought they were escorting werewolf warriors.”


    Lance shook his head, his tone still excited. “No, Eugenius isn’t one person, or even Eugene. It’s eleven people… Hey, who’s that over there?”


    Only then did he notice a car parked outside, with a person leaning against it, their disheveled hair obscuring their face.


    Adide gasped and hurried over. “It’s Paisley. She’s been sick the entire trip. Ipletely forgot about her.”


    She carefully helped Paisley to her feet.


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    As Paisley rose, like Lte, she nearly copsed but cursed, “Heartless wretch. I traveled with you, and


    you forgot about me. Once I recover, I’ll beat you senseless.”


    Weak and leaning on Adide’s shoulder, she continued to mutter.