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    As the day of Molly’s investiture loomed closer, the urgency to unveil her true colors weighed heavily in the air. After a tense discussion, we resolved to expose her dark side at the ceremony, ensuring all would witness the viin beneath her crown.


    Once our n was set, I imed the need for rest, and one by one, they took their leave. Silence settled thickly around me, broken only by the steady rhythm of my own breathing.


    Iy back on the bed, my gaze fixed nkly on the ceiling as my mind circled around the cryptic words of the man fromst night.


    Who was this stranger? And why had he chosen to confide in me?


    My thoughts drifted back to the voice in my dreams that had urged me to seek someone named Jett, promising everything would fall into ce once I found him… My eyes dimmed with the thought, only to spark again as a realization struck.


    yton had once mentioned that when he sensed the child in Molly’s womb, there was a strange scent in the air.


    In a rush, I grabbed the vial left by that mysterious man and inhaled. A familiar fragrance met me.


    Before I fainted, that very fragrance had lingered in the air around me, hauntingly familiar.


    Could that mysterious man actually be Jett? Even if he wasn’t Jett, he was certainly bound to him in some way! But if he was Jett, then what did that make of my mother? And what was the real story behind the feud between the Lycan n and the white wolf n? How did the white wolvese to vanish entirely?


    A storm of questions spun in my mind, leaving me restless and uneasy.


    Unable to find any peace in bed, I finally rose and decided to go downstairs, hoping the cool night air might ease my churning thoughts.


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    Moving a bit unsteadily, I found my way to the small garden outside the residence.


    Settling onto a bench, I gently rested my hand on my swollen belly, feeling as though a great stone pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. The future seemed like an uncharted wilderness, one I felt hopelessly lost in.


    Just then, a warm coat settled softly over my shoulders. Startled, I found yton’s familiar voice breaking the silence. “What’s on your mind, Makenna? Why are you out here instead of resting?” Hearing his voice, I slowly looked up.


    The moon cast a soft glow over him, cloaking his features in silver light. His golden eyes glinted warmly, like twin stars, as he smiled down at me.


    His smile seemed to be able to melt the coldest heart, making my heart skip a beat uncontrobly.


    “Couldn’t sleep,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “My thoughts are all tangled up tonight.” yton nodded and sat beside me, a gentle question in his gaze. “Is it about Molly?”


    I let out a sigh but didn’t borate. I’de out here hoping to untangle my mind, not to dwell on those troubles.


    Seeing my silence, yton reached out, and his hand closed over mine.


    The warmth of his broad, steady palm brought a surprising calm to my restless mind.


    “Makenna, soon this will all be behind us,” he said softly, his gaze kind and unguarded. “Once we’re rid of Molly, I’ll make it up to you for everything you’ve been through. No one will ever push you around again.”


    He gazed at me with tenderness and a great deal of affection.


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