?Chapter 475:


    I found myself at a loss for words, realizing it was far toote to take back what I had just said. How would Evie react? Would she reveal my secret? After wrestling with my thoughts, I ultimately decided to trust her. In a voice barely above a whisper, I confessed, “Yes, I am a white wolf.”


    As the words left my lips, I looked at Evie, confusion knitting my brow. “Evie, how do you know about the white wolves? The king has kept that information locked away tighter than a vault to keep anyone from discovering it.”


    Evie nervously bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. She spoke softly. “My grandmother once served a white wolf, so I know a little about it.”


    Her words stunned me. Evie’s grandmother served a white wolf? My eyes widened in disbelief, and I fell silent in astonishment.


    Evie seemed to drift into her own memories, murmuring, “Makenna, it makes sense why you have such remarkable healing abilities. I thought the white wolves had been eradicated by His Majesty, but it appears…”


    I snapped back to reality, grasping Evie’s hand with urgency. “Evie, how much more do you know about the white wolves? Please, share with me!”


    Taking a deep breath, Evie returned to the moment. “Makenna, I don’t know much. I just remember my grandmother saying she was mistreated for her red hair, and it was the saint of the white wolf n who saved her and allowed her to work for her.”


    As she spoke, a flicker of regret passed through her eyes. “But not long after, the white wolves faced extinction. It’s such a shame.”


    My heart raced with anxiety, and I pressed, “Evie, do you… know someone named Mnie Barnes?”


    Evie furrowed her brows, deep in thought, then shook her head. “Makenna, I haven’t had any contact with the white wolves. The only name thates to mind is the saint, Josie Guerrero.”


    Disappointment washed over me like a cold wave, and I lowered my gaze, my spirits dimming.


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    “Makenna… who is Mnie?” Evie’s eyes were filled with curiosity, pulling me from my gloom.


    Aplex mix of emotions bubbled within me, and I replied softly, “She is my mother.”


    At my words, Evie’s face shifted into an apologetic expression, and she quickly said, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…”


    I shook my head, forcing a bitter smile despite the sorrow in my heart. “I have actually never met my mother. I only know her name. I don’t even have a single photograph of her.”


    For a moment, the air thickened with the weight of unspoken grief. Evie looked at me withpassion and slowly reached out to hold my hand. “Makenna, I know a little about the pregnancy of the white wolves.”


    My eyes brightened with hope, and I eagerly asked, “Please, tell me!”


    “My grandmother once mentioned that white wolves can safely give birth to Lycan offspring because they can heal themselves. No matter how much nourishment the fetus draws from the white wolf mother, she can continuously regenerate.”


    As Evie spoke, she held my hand tightly, offeringfort. “So, your current weakness is likely temporary. You will soon be able to heal yourself.”


    Joy surged within me at this revtion. If that were true, I could safely bring this child into the world! With tears of happiness glistening in my eyes, I gripped Evie’s hand. “Thank you, thank you for sharing this with me.”


    Just then, a nurse entered the room, interrupting our moment to let me know it was time for a drip to replenish my energy. Noticing Alice and Evie in the ward, the nurse gently reminded, “Could you please step outside? Miss Dunn needs to rest now.”


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