?Chapter 622:


    Makenna’s POV:


    I watched their faces as a scornful grin spread across mine. “Looks like my timing was off and I’ve interrupted your business.”


    With a quick motion, I jerked my arm away, freeing myself from the servant’s hold.


    All I wanted then was to get out of this ufortable and irritating ce.


    However, just as I was about to move, yton stepped forward quickly and caught my wrist.


    “How could your timing be off?” he asked, looking at me with genuine concern and warmth. “We’re happy to see you.”


    Anger swelled inside me, and I tried to pull my hand free. But yton’s hold only tightened, as though he feared I might run away.


    He looked at me with concern and asked, “Makenna, it’s only been a few days since west saw each other, but you look so worn out. What’s wrong?”


    I felt a whirlwind of emotions at his words and dropped my gaze, choosing to remain silent.


    Then Dominic chimed in, “Your timing is perfect. We need to talk to you about something concerning Evelyn.”


    Why did it always have to circle back to Evelyn?


    Hearing her name intensified my reluctance. I wanted no part in their dealings with Evelyn and was prepared to walk away again.


    To my surprise, Bryan let out a chuckle, his tone teasing.


    With a slight smile and a raised eyebrow, he asked, “Are you jealous? Is that what’s keeping you from wanting to hear this?”


    I shot Bryan a sharp re, feeling irritated.


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    Seeing my reaction, Bryan onlyughed again.


    He moved closer and gently ruffled my hair as if calming a child. “Don’t be upset. Why not listen to what we have to say before you decide whether or not to leave?”


    Though I was still reluctant, my curiosity got the better of me, and I went with them into the study.


    The mood inside the study was notably tense. The three princes stood there in silence, exchanging looks of uncertainty, each hesitant to start.


    After a while, Bryan cleared his throat, breaking the silence.


    “Did you know about the war between the werewolves and the wizards over ten years ago?” Bryan asked with a serious expression.


    I was just a child at the time and was barely aware of the wizardsunching an attack on the werewolves. It had resulted in severe losses for us.


    I gave a slight nod, signaling for Bryan to go on.


    Bryan’s expression grew even more grave as he continued. “That war was catastrophic. The white wolves had been wiped out prior to the war, drastically weakening the overall strength of the werewolves and plunging us into chaos. This gave the wizards the chance to strike. They were skilled in using potions and secretly poisoned the pce’s water supply, along with that of the surrounding areas, with magical potions.”


    I was shocked, as I had beenpletely unaware of this.


    “Due to those magical potions, many werewolves either died or were gravely harmed. The pce became a ce of anarchy as the wizards stormed in, piging and ying without mercy. It was a dreadful spectacle…” Bryan’s voice quivered with emotion.


    “And then? What happened after that?” I pressed, both nervous and eager to know more.


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