?Chapter 746:


    The partition above me shifted, and I heard the unmistakable rustle of someone rummaging through the cart’s contents.


    My heart thundered in my chest, every beat screaming the risk of discovery.


    Time seemed to stretch endlessly until, atst, someone groaned in disgust. “Ugh, enough! Let them pass! The stench alone is punishment enough!”


    Relief washed over me like a warm summer rain.


    “Yes, of course! I’m leaving right away,” Jett said with mock servility as the cart lurched forward again, resuming its slow, jolting journey.


    After what felt like an eternity of difort and dread, the cart finally came to a halt. A light knock on the side of the cart broke the silence, followed by Jett’s soft whisper. “All clear. You cane out now.”


    I didn’t need a second invitation. Crawling out, I was greeted by the first blush of dawn and the cool embrace of fresh air.


    I ripped off the nose plug, inhaling deeply as if I could cleanse my very soul with the crisp morning breeze. We stood in a modest courtyard, surrounded by the quiet of an unfamiliar suburb. I stretched, feeling blood flow back into my stiffened limbs, and turned to Jett.


    “Where are we?” I asked, scanning our surroundings with wary curiosity.


    Jett smiled. “A quiet corner far from the pce. The princes’ men won’t find us here anytime soon. Rest easy, you’re safe for now.”


    Relief settled over me like a heavy cloak finally lifted, but I wasn’t ready to let my guard down just yet. My gaze hardened, fixing Jett with a piercing stare.


    “Well then,” I said, my voice edged with skepticism, “isn’t it time you properly introduced yourself? Or do you prefer being known as the rude guy who shoves people into manure carts?”


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    Jett’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile.


    With a fluid motion, he swept his hand before his face, and like a ripple in a pond, his appearance transformed in the blink of an eye. Gone was the casual facade, reced by the dashing,manding figure I had glimpsed that night in the warehouse—sharp, angr features, a devil-may-care smirk, and eyes that gleamed with a hint of mischief and rebellion.


    I stood rooted to the spot, caught off guard by how striking he looked.


    Jett closed the distance between us with a few confident strides, his every movement exuding an air of effortless grace. Then, to my surprise, he bent slightly, executing a wless bow like a knight before royalty. His tone was reverent as he said, “Allow me the honor of a proper introduction. I am Jett Armstrong, ever-loyal servant to your mother, and to you.”


    My breath hitched, my eyes widening in shock. “Jett, what are you talking about? What do you mean by that?”


    A shadow of mncholy flitted across Jett’s face as he let out a quiet sigh, his voice soft yet steady. “Your mother, Josie, was the most extraordinary werewolf of the white wolf n.”


    My mother… Josie? Wasn’t Josie the revered Saint of the white wolf n? My thoughts swirled like a storm. What was going on?


    “No, that can’t be,” I stammered, shaking my head as if to dislodge the confusion. “My mother’s name was Mnie… wasn’t it? How could she possibly be the Saint Josie? You must be mistaken!”


    Jett’s expression grew heavier, the sorrow in his eyes deepening like the weight of a storm cloud. His voice dropped to a near whisper, each wordden with regret. “When the white wolves waged war against the Lycan royal family, your mother was already carrying you. To shield you from danger, she abandoned her old life, her name, and her identity, bing Mnie to stay hidden.”


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