Chapter 209 The Sole Survivor


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


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    Within just a few days under the care of the royal family’s finest medical resources, thest trace of Wolfsbane poison was purged from my body.


    I was preparing to be discharged, but even withyers of disguise and guards shielding me, the moment I stepped out of the hospital doors a swarm of reporters with noses sharper than hounds sniffed me out.


    Microphones and shing cameras closed in on me in an instant, hemming me in on all sides.


    “Miss Leslie, are the stories about your time on the ind true?”


    “Miss Leslie, after surviving such an ordeal, do you have anything to say to the people?”


    “Do you believe the crash was an ident, or something more sinister?”


    “What is your rtionship with the mysterious explorer–has it developed further?”


    The hospital entrance was jammed, the flood of cameras and questions blinding in their frenzy.


    The royal guards formed an unbreakable circle around Carl and me.


    The crowd surged forward, and Carl’s patience began to wear thin. His Alpha pheromones turned sharp, edged with aggression.


    But he had lived too long in the spotlight to lose control now. He knew they would never back down easily.


    He pulled me tightly into his arms, guiding me toward the car waiting just ahead.


    Yet halfway there, I stopped.


    I hesitated, then gently pushed Carl’s protective hold aside and lifted my head.


    A different current of pheromones poured from me, one that belonged only to me.


    But instead of power or dominance, it was heavy with grief,


    The chaotic scene quieted at once, as if silenced by an unseen hand.


    Every breath held, every eye turned to me.


    My voice, still hoarse from healing, carried across the crowd. With the help of amplification


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    Chapter 209 The Sole Survivor


    magic, it reached every single werewolf gathered there.


    “I’m grateful you still care for my safety. But please, do not focus so much on me.”


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    “Because on that ne, there were more than thirty passengers and crew who weren’t as fortunate as I was.”


    “For their families, every headline about my survival is just another cruel wound.”


    When I finished, I bowed deeply toward the shing cameras, my gesture solemn and deliberate.


    All sound vanished.


    The heat of the crowd gave way to a chilling stillness, silence heavy with respect.


    I said nothing more. Carl slipped his arm around me again, leading me into the car.


    To the spectators of the Pack Network, my return might have been a spectacle, a spark of gossip.


    But for the families of the victims, it was nothing but a merciless reminder.


    After all, I was the only one who walked away alive.


    Yet my few words won me a tide of goodwill and respect.


    Carris’s studio even took down Queen’s Ind–the very film that had won him endless fame- for the time being.


    Onement from a victim’s family rose to the top of the Pack Network:


    “…We believe our loved ones, like Miss Leslie, are only on some journey, and one day they will return. Please live well–you are our hope.”


    With my new phone, I saw it and replied myself:


    “No matter the distance of time or ce, they will return one day. Thank you for never giving up.”


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