<b>Chapter </b><b>100 </b>


    Danus <b>pov </b>


    “I bet thedy will be really surprised when she sees her room and her closet. Hehe,” Cassianughed heartily as he more inta a piece of cris van with his teeth, grinning wide. “I told Sandra to add a TV since the king asked me to tell her to arrange the room so she wouldn’t have to go out often. So sad<b>. </b>put a TV and buy the most expensive clothes for her!”


    “Really? That’s kind of you, beta Cassian. I’m sure thedy will be happy,” Drake responded with a smile.


    Zayn nodded in agreement as he reached for his ss of wine.


    “That is indeed nice.”


    My eyes flickered from the pig in front of me back to Zayn, narrowing slightly.


    Zayn was a doctor from my pack. People called him the prestigious high pack doctor, praised for both his calm aura and striking appearance At first, I hadn’t paid him much attention–he was like everyone else, fading into the background the moment Iid eyes on them.


    Even when Cassian rmended he stay at the packhouse and said I should reward him for his talent, I hadn’t cared


    But now… as I watched him, I remembered that she–wolf asking about him during thest dinner at the Emberfang Pack, and for some reason, I couldn’t help but find him irritating to look at.


    However, as I narrowed my gaze on him, I couldn’t help but frown. He was unlike most men I had met before and that was surprisinging from me, especially with how many I’d encountered over the centuries.


    As he silently ate, I found myself noting again how quiet andposed he always was… and how skilled he was with medicine.


    He seemed like a talented man, someone who deserved to stay in the packhouse, just as Cassian had said.


    But what truly made him stand out to me… was his aura.


    Even now, as I stared at the calm green hue swirling faintly around him, I could feel it–brimming just beneath the surface. It was nearly as strong as Cassian’s… as Drake’s. And yet, somehow, it felt even stronger. Like it was being suppressed. Restrained. As though there was more power hidden than what met the eye.


    Werewolves had auras, each with distinct colors, varying from white and purple to green. The strength of the aura often signified the strength of the individual.


    Most couldn’t see them unless the aura was intentionally released to assert dominance or force submission. But for someone like me–who had lived for hundreds of years, I could see them clearly, always. I could measure strength with a nce.


    Cassian’s aura was fiery red mes dancing around him.


    Drake had deep blue.


    That she–wolf from earlier–hers had been pure white, which made sense considering she was a white–blooded breed.


    Before, I hadn’t paid much attention to his aura. I’d avoided looking too closely, mostly because I didn’t like seeing those mes on people


    But now that I was paying attention…


    His aura was definitely being restricted. And the question was–why? Why would he suppress it, and for what reason?


    My aura was ck. I restricted mine because if I didn’t, it made those around me ufortable. After centuries of living, my aura had grown <b>strong </b>enough to dominate others even without me trying.


    “I did good, right, my king? I really want thedy to feelfortable here and get closer to you. You know, something tells me that strar <b>sin </b>erarni you this packhouse will finally feel lively again,” Cassian said, turning to me with a bright smile, clearly expecting praise,


    But I simply ignored him. I didn’t even spare him a nce. Instead, I directed <i>my </i>words at Zayn.


    “You’re not originally from this pack, are you?” I asked, my voice devoid of emotion.


    Yet it was enough to silence everyone and bring the room to a halt as I fixed my gaze on Zayn.


    He looked up at me, blinking in confusion–clearly surprised that I had addressed him. But after a brief moment, heposed himself, set his <b>spoon </b>down on the table, and nodded.


    “Yes, my king. I was not originally from this pack, but Beta Cassian brought me here after discovering my


    lent, he exined with a <i>calm</i>, <b>petite </b>sme


    As I nced at the aura swirling around him, I noticed how gently it moved. It wasn’t fiery or aggressive like the ones I was used to seeing, it was calm Subtle.


    I tilted my head, saying nothing, narrowing my gaze on him.


    “Yes, he’s right, my king,” Cassian cut in with a note of mild confusion, likely surprised that I was paying attention to Zayn at all.


    “Even from our pack, I had already heard <i>about </i>him. I got your permission that day to bring him here as a doctor. Is… is something wrong?


    1 flicked my gaze toward Cassian and frowned.


    I gave him my permission?


    I didn’t remember. But <i>then </i>again, I rarely cared enough about such things to remember them. I forgot easily.


    The only reason I even recalled awarding Zayn a medal for his talent was because I had done it personally. I would have forgotten that too, if he weren’t living in the packhouse.


    “I see,” I murmured under my breath<i>, </i>nonchntly, before tilting my head slightly, still studying him.


    He lowered his head respectfully, but there wasn’t even a flicker of panic in his expression. He looked calm. Steady.


    I opened <i>my </i>mouth to speak, to ask him why he was suppressing his aura but the sound of approaching footsteps stopped me mid–sentence.


    <i>“</i><i>Oh </i>my goddess,” Cassian whispered in shock, just as the sharp tter of a spoon striking a te echoed through the room.


    As I shifted my gaze toward the stairway<i>, </i>I froze–my eyes locking with a pair of warm brown ones.


    <i>And </i>as she stood there at the top of <i>the </i>stairs, staring down at me, my heartbeat quickened.


    All the breath seemed to leave my lungs as I <i>found </i><i>Nyssa </i>standing before me, dressed in white, a radiant smile gracing her lips.


    For a split second, my vision blurred–and I saw Liana.


    Myte mate.


    Smiling at me in the exact same way.