?Chapter 481:


    “In your opinion, what’s more important—Makenna, or the throne?” he asked, his voice low, but the questionnded like a stone in a still pond.


    Bryan and I froze, the atmosphere suddenly thick and suffocating, as though the very air had turned to lead. But soon, I looked directly into Dominic’s eyes without flinching and responded decisively, “In my eyes, Makenna is more important. Without her, I would rather give up the throne.”


    Bryan spoke slowly, with a determination that surprised me. “She and the throne are equally important to me, but if it means sacrificing her life, then I would rather give up the throne.”


    Hearing this, Dominic exhaled deeply, as though a weight had been lifted. “I’ve suspected for a while that Makenna… might be a white wolf.”


    His words fell like a hammer in the silence that followed. The room was so still you could hear a pin drop.


    I blinked, disbelief flooding me as I growled, “That’s impossible!”


    “I didn’t believe it at first either,” Dominic replied, his expression as serious as I’d ever seen. Then he recounted the events, and with each word, my heartbeat quickened with shock. “During the hunting test, a brown bear attacked her, and she was gravely injured, yet somehow she managed to heal on her own. Not only that, she, Alice, and Evie killed the lion—a beast so fearsome that even a Lycan warrior would struggle, and yet the three of them managed it without a scratch.”


    Dominic asked us, his tone slowing, “Haven’t you ever suspected anything with all these incidents?”


    How was it feasible for this to happen? I found it utterly absurd. “This is too unbelievable…”


    Bryan’s brows furrowed, his voice barely more than a murmur. “But if Makenna really is from the white wolf n, why is she so weak? She nearly died.”


    Dominic looked equally perplexed by Bryan’s point. “That’s why I said it’s only spection.”


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    I fell silent, piecing together Makenna’s recent behavior, and a thought struck me. “We should ask her directly. I think she knows more than she’s letting on.”


    After a brief exchange, we agreed to confront her. The three of us hurried toward the room where Makenna was resting, our footsteps quickening with purpose.


    But when we arrived, we were met with an empty room.


    “What’s going on?” I muttered in disbelief, ncing around. “Where’s Makenna?”


    “She’s run away,” Dominic said, eerily calm.


    Panic began to set in as we scattered, searching the room desperately. Suddenly, Bryan’s voice boomed from the bathroom,ced with fury. “She went out through the window! Damn it!”


    I pped my forehead, cursing my own negligence. “Ipletely forgot to lock the bathroom window.”


    “Let’s move!” Dominic, normally the picture ofposure, was nearly frantic as he ordered us to start searching.


    We quickly sent out our most trusted aides to scour the area quietly and headed straight for her residence, knowing full well that despite the size of the pce, there was only one ce she would likely go—home.


    It waste, nearly midnight by now, when we arrived at Makenna’s residence. The house was shrouded in darkness, not a single light inside. I frowned. “Is it possible she hasn’t made it back yet? If not here, then where?”


    With no other leads, we decided to investigate further. After checking the first floor and finding nothing, we moved cautiously up the stairs, determined to find her.


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