?Chapter 493:


    After a moment of deep contemtion, I set my jaw and dered, “We must return to the pce immediately!” The pce was heavily fortified; there was no way Jett could infiltrate it to exact his revenge on me.


    “Send out more people to search for Jett. We must locate him! If you fail, don’t bothering back!”


    I issued my orders with a firm tone, turning sharply to leave the basement at once.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Since that mysterious dream, my health had seen a slight upswing, though I was far from being back to my old self.


    In this moment of weakness, Iy in my room, staring nkly at the ceiling, lost in thought about everything that had transpired recently.


    What was that holy light surrounding Molly? Why did the figure in my dream urge me to seek out Jett? And who exactly was this Jett?


    These questions danced in my mind, and just as I began to sink deeper into my musings, Dominic burst into my room like a storm, urgency radiating from him.


    His expression was serious, but his eyes sparkled with a hint of barely contained excitement. “Makenna, I’ve uncovered the truth about Jett.”


    His words sparked a me of curiosity within me, and I propped myself up in bed. “Is he?”


    Dominic stroked his chin thoughtfully as he began to weave Jett’s tale.


    “Jett was a wizard who served the white wolves’ saint. During the great conflict between the werewolves and the Wizard n, he found himself caught in a web of scorn, rejected by both sides because of his mixed heritage. His body bore the marks of his suffering, and he was on the brink of death. The kind-hearted white wolves’ saint, Josie Guerrero, couldn’t bear to see him suffer and valiantly defied others’ opposition to take Jett in.”


    Listening to this, a frown creased my brow. “Just how powerful was this Josie? To protect a person with a wizard bloodline, she must have been something extraordinary.”


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    “Before the white wolves vanished, she held power second only to the king,” Dominic exined. “Later, during the war with the Wizard n, it’s said that Jett perished while defending Josie during her escape. As for Josie, she vanished without a trace. My father once sent men to find her, but they returned empty-handed.”


    This revtion plunged me into deep thought.


    Why did the figure in my dream want me to find Jett? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?


    Yet, a part of me felt an unshakeable certainty that the presence in my dream was genuine.


    I couldn’t resist asking, “Is there any chance Jett might still be alive?”


    Dominic shook his head, his expression grave. “From what I’ve gathered, Jett harbored deep resentment toward werewolves, except for the white wolf n, and had little love for the wizards either. With no home to return to, he sought refuge in the territory of the white wolves. If he were still alive, he’d likely be stirring trouble for both the werewolves and wizards.”


    I bit my lip, refusing to ept the possibility of his death. Dominic reached out, grasping my hand, his usually cold face a mixture of warmth and resignation. “Makenna, don’t overthink this. It was just a dream. The priority now is your recovery.”


    I lowered my gaze, my discontent evident. “I feel like the person in my dream wouldn’t deceive me. Besides, it was only after that dream that my health began to improve.”


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