?Chapter 479:


    yton and Dominic exchanged a look, but they didn’t push further. They simply advised me to rest before quietly slipping out of the room.


    Once they were gone, I copsed onto the bed, my body and mind weighed down by a thousand questions. None of this made sense. Why had I suddenly be so fragile if I was a white wolf?


    Then, like a bolt from the blue, the image of that nurse shed through my mind—along with the memory of that strange, almost intoxicating scent. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. After breathing in that scent, my strength had started to fade…


    Makenna’s POV:


    I suddenly pieced it all together—a sharp instinct cut through the haze, whispering that my sudden weakness must be tied to that nurse. The thought gnawed at me, and a surge of desperation followed. I had to tell Dominic and the others before it was toote.


    I rushed to the door, my fingers tightening around the doorknob as I twisted it with every ounce of strength I had, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like someone had bolted it from the other side, trapping me inside.


    “Is anyone out there?” My voice echoed through the empty room, bouncing back at me, but there was no response. Just silence.


    What now? My mind was a whirlwind of anxiety. I paced the floor, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. I had to find a way out. My eyes darted around the room, scouring every corner. But the windows were all shut tight, locked as if they were sealing away any hope of escape.


    Then it hit me—Dominic and the others wanted me locked up here. They had nned this.


    Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the bathroom window. It wasn’t locked. My heart leapt into my throat. Could this be my way out?


    Maybe if I told Dominic and the rest about the nurse, they wouldn’t believe me anyway. They didn’t know who I really was, and for all I knew, they would decide to get rid of the child just to keep me safe. And I couldn’t tell them the truth about me. Trusting them with that would be like walking into the lion’s den.


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    I sucked in a deep breath, my decision already made—I would escape first and sort everything else outter.


    I dashed to the bathroom, sizing up the window. It was small, but just big enough for me to squeeze through. Climbing onto the toilet, I gripped the window frame tightly and peered outside.


    My stomach sank. This was Dominic’s residence. The garden below belonged to his vi. I knew it all too well.


    That my room was only on the second level and not too high up gave me a small sense of relief. I could make it out if I was careful enough.


    The night had settled in, thick and heavy like an unrelenting fog. My pulse quickened under the weight of what I was about to do, but I pushed down my fear and forced myself to stay steady. I had to move now, under the cover of darkness.


    Using every skill I had ever learned, I clung to the crevices of the wall, my feet finding holds as I slowly inched my way down. Just as my feet touched the ground, I heard voices nearby.


    “Did you hear something? Let’s check it out!”


    The guards were close—too close. My heart stopped. I froze, barely breathing, then dove into the nearest bush, pressing myself t against the ground. I prayed with every fiber of my being that they wouldn’t see me.


    Luckily, they didn’t search too hard and moved along. I waited until the coast was clear and, relying on my knowledge of the grounds, slipped past the patrols, moving swiftly and silently until I was finally free from Dominic’s prison of a home.


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