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    A chill ran down my spine. Wasn’t this just a death sentence for us?


    I walked back to my residence, my mind reeling from what I’d overheard. And who was this “white wolf”? Could it be the same white wolf n I’d read about in the werewolf histories?


    ording to Dominic, the white wolves were once the designated queens. Was this why? The more I thought about it, the more tangled my thoughts became.


    I was so lost in them that I didn’t even realize I was already near my vi. To my surprise, an unexpected visitor was waiting at my door. As I drew closer, I recognized her—it was Molly!


    Makenna’s POV:


    What was Molly doing here? She was one of Kristina’s people, so what was she up to this time?


    The moment Molly spotted me, she straightened up, holding a file in her hand. Her greeting was awkward but polite. “Miss Dunn, good morning.”


    I narrowed my eyes, keeping a safe distance from her. “Why are you here? What do you want?”


    Despite my hostility, Molly’s smile didn’t falter. She asked softly, “Miss Dunn, aren’t you going to invite me in? I have something important to discuss with you.”


    Kristina and I were bitter enemies, which made Molly my adversary by default. My first instinct was to shut her out. “I have nothing to say to you. You’re not wee here, so why don’t you just go back where you came from?” I turned to enter my house, but Molly’s voice stopped me in my tracks.


    “Miss Dunn!” Her tone was suddenly urgent, her expression serious. “I have information about Kristina that could help you bring her down for good. You’ll never have to be threatened by her again!”


    Her words made me pause, and I squinted at her, suspicion swirling in my mind. “What are you talking about?”


    What was she trying to pull?


    Molly met my gaze, her demeanor timid yet determined. “Miss Dunn, please, trust me.”


    I studied her closely, noticing a flicker of something calcting in her otherwise meek appearance. Smiling slightly, I decided to y along. “Alright, one should entertain one’s guest. Since you’re here, please,e in.” I opened the door and gestured for Molly to step inside.


    “Thank you, Miss Dunn,” she said, hesitating for a moment before smiling softly and walking into the house.


    Once we were inside, I called out to Lily, “Please bring our guest a ss of water.”


    Lily, who didn’t recognize Molly, looked at me curiously. “Who is she?”


    Without taking my eyes off Molly, I answered casually, “Just a guest. She won’t be staying long.”


    “Alright,” Lily nodded and was about to fetch the water, but Molly quickly stopped her. “No, thank you.” She waved her hand slightly, her voice firm but polite. “It’s not necessary. I have something to discuss with Miss Dunn in private.”


    My frown deepened as I stared coldly at Molly, wondering what game she was ying. Why was she trying to send Lily away? And what was in that file she was clutching so tightly?


    Perhaps sensing my suspicion, Molly offered a harmless smile. “After all, some matters are best kept between fewer ears, don’t you agree?”


    Her proposal to bring down Kristina shed through my mind, and I considered the possibility that what she had to say might indeed require discretion.


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