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    “Makenna, you need to think this through! Your life is what matters most!” Alice urged, anxiety creeping into her voice.


    “Alice, I know this seems sudden to you, but I have a feeling that this child might not be my demise.” I ced my hand on my abdomen, trying to convey my reasoning. “Trust me, I’m not someone who would gamble everything for a mere fetus.”


    Though Alice was concerned, she chose to trust my judgment and didn’t press further. Instead, she shifted the conversation, asking, “So, what will you do about Lily?”


    My gaze turned colder than ice, and my tone wasced with frost. “Since Lily doesn’t value our friendship, I see no reason to show her mercy. I will take her and Molly down together.”


    Alice nodded gravely, her expression serious.


    After Alice handed me the report, she slipped away, leaving the ward draped in silence once more. I sat alone on the bed, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. I felt like a tightrope walker, teetering between the fear of being shunned by other werewolves and the hope that I truly was a white wolf who could survive the pregnancy.


    Suddenly, a bright idea sparked in my mind, cutting through my confusion like a lighthouse in the fog. If I was a white wolf, then my mother must have been one as well. This would exin why my father had always been so private about her, even warning me that investigating the truth about my mother would bring me nothing but disaster.


    With that realization, I sprang out of bed. I needed to see my mother’s belongings right away! Ignoring Dominic’s warning about wandering, I hurried back to my residence.


    Lily was lounging in the living room, engrossed in a book. When she caught sight of me, her smile felt as genuine as a paper flower.


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    “Makenna, what brings you back?”


    I brushed past her, heading straight upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I quickly unearthed the box filled with my mother’s treasures. My fingers grazed the cold lock, and my heart raced, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling within me. With a click, the lock yielded.


    I lifted the lid, revealing a handful of paintings created by my mother, mostlyndscapes that seemed ordinary at first nce. I flipped through them, frustration mounting as I found no clues. Just as despair began to settle in, a sliver of light filtered through the window, illuminating a corner of one of the paintings.


    Leaning closer, I realized the scene in the painting mirrored the mountains where the previous hunting event had taken ce. Examining it more intently, I spotted a faint depiction of a white wolf lurking among the trees.


    My heart quickened as I continued to explore. Holding my breath, I scrutinized the other paintings and was astonished to uncover that each one concealed a hidden white wolf—some cloaked in mountain fog, others reflected in the stream.


    Could this be my mother’s secret message to me?


    Joy washed over me like a warm tide. This meant I had the power to bring this child into the world! I carefully tucked my mother’s paintings away, bubbling with excitement from my new discovery, and headed downstairs, eager to return to the hospital.


    Lily approached, concern etched on her face. “Makenna, what’s going on? Why the rush?”


    Caught in her worried gaze, I snapped back to reality, recalling her and Molly’s schemes against me. A surge of anger and determination welled up inside. I had to bring them down before they stirred up any more trouble!


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