Chapter 210 Dawn
Kirby’s POV
Crimson Moon Pack headquarters, my office.
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I yed Leslie’s brief words at the hospital entrance over and over again on the screen.
She was still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.
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But what cut me deeper was the weight of sorrow in her gray eyes, a heaviness far beyond her
years.
I couldn’t begin to imagine what she had endured on that ind.
“Our Queen…” my wolf, Lance, whispered inside me. “She has grown stronger… but also more… alone…”
These past weeks I had been in the Southern Continent, crushing the chaos left in the wake of the Smoke Pack’s annihtion with ruthless force.
My longing for her had spread like wild vines, choking me until I could barely breathe.
I feared for her body, but even more for her heart.
And yet right now I didn’t even have the right to ask if she was all right.
The moment Inded, I didn’t even go back to the main estate. I snatched a spare encryptedmunicator from Mch, my lieutenant.
She knew Mch’s number–so I chose one she would never recognize.
I dialed.
The call connected almost instantly.
“Hello? State your Pack and your name…” Her voice came through the line, that familiar coolness tinged withzy indifference.
In that moment, my frozen heart melted.
I drew a breath so deep it hurt, forcing my voice not to tremble.
“…Kirby.”
“Beep…”
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The cold dial tone of a disconnected line stabbed through my chest like a shard of ice.
My eyes darkened as I stared at the ck screen, my face twisting with fury.
No matter what, I had saved her life.
That should mean something between us.
But at the sound of my name, she had cut me off without a shred of hesitation.
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“She still hasn’t forgiven us,” Lance whimpered inside me. “Her heart is harder than diamond…”
Leslie’s POV
Life seemed to finally return to normal.
Father and my brothers pampered me so much I was on the verge of forgetting how to walk on
my own.
I let them, savoring the peace of good food and rest after everything I had survived.
Until I received an invitation from my entric mentor–Darian.
He was hosting a private exhibition in the city.
Of course, I couldn’t refuse him.
Carris, the shameless pest, insisted on tagging along the moment he heard about it.
That evening, in the restaurant hosting the exhibition.
While Carris went off to order food, I wandered among the halls of paintings.
At the far end of the gallery, I stopped before the centerpiece: a canvas titled Dawn.
The painting radiated a soul–devouring power.
On it was a girl in a flowing red dress, her face hidden,
Behind her stretched an endless darkness of death and despair, and at her feety an unconscious Alpha warrior, drenched in blood.
Before her stood a massive, pce–like gate.
With her slender shoulders, she pushed it open–beyond it zed sunlight strong enough to shatter all darkness, the very symbol of rebirth.
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It was the second time I had seen this painting.
The first had been in my own memory.
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“Do you enjoy looking at yourself?” Darian’s voice drawled suddenly from behind,ced with a hint of mockery.
I turned, smiling.
“Of course. Not every werewolf grows up as beautiful as me.”
“Tch…” My teacher snorted. “The hard drive with your footage was taken from that restaurant.”
I thought of the photo in Kirby’s hands, and my gaze dimmed.
“I’ll buy this painting, Teacher. Name your price.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Not for sale.”
I was about to argue, but when I turned back, I froze.
Across the room, past the crowd, stood a man with a shadowed expression.
His eyes locked onto the painting–and onto me before it.
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