?Chapter 872:


    If it weren’t for our burning need to uncover the truth of what happened years ago and to find Makenna’s whereabouts, we wouldn’t have abandoned the mountain of affairs awaiting us at the pce just to wander these unfamiliar streets.


    And Antoni was a mystery too.


    We all harbored suspicions that he was somehow entangled in the exposure of Makenna’s white wolf identity. Yet every trail we followed, every stone we turned, left us grasping at smoke—clueless and finding nothing but dead ends.


    Even if we did stumble upon something concrete, given our father’s unwavering bias toward the Harrison family and his hatred for the white wolves, he would undoubtedly side with Antoni, making our investigation an uphill battle against the impossible.


    As these thoughts swirled like autumn leaves in my mind, my frown deepened, and I couldn’t help but whisper into the wind, “Makenna, where are you?”


    Dominic raised an eyebrow and suddenly said, “Do you remember the man who helped Makenna escape the pce? He was likely a wizard. With his arcane abilities, helping Makenna disguise herself and transform her appearance isn’t beyond the realm of possibility.”


    I stiffened at his words, a jolt of realization running through me. “You’re right. If Makenna is still alive, under the relentless manhunt by the werewolves, using a wizard’s potion to alter her appearance would be her only sanctuary—her only path to escape safely.”


    At that moment, a faint glimmer of hope—delicate as the first rays of dawn—ignited within my chest.


    No news was good news, as they said. Neither we nor our father had unearthed any leads on Makenna’s whereabouts. Perhaps she was hiding safely in some forgotten corner of a distant city, living quietly beyond the reach of those who sought her…


    Beside me, Bryan nced thoughtfully at the Harrison family estate looming behind us, a meaningful smile ying on his lips like a secret melody. “Besides, Marehelm is turning out to be far more intriguing than I imagined. It seems our days ahead won’t be shrouded in boredom.”


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    Makenna’s POV:


    Jett and I rushed back to the guest quarters at the mayor’s residence. The moment we stepped inside, I spun around and shut the door, pressing my back against it as my heart pounded wildly, like a war drum. It felt like it might tear right through my chest.


    I turned to Jett, my panic evident in my wide eyes. “Jett, what do we do now?”


    Unlike me, he remainedposed, unnervingly calm. “Don’t worry. From what I observed, those three princes haven’t figured out who you are yet. If they had, they wouldn’t be so calm.”


    I took a shaky breath, willing my nerves to settle. He had a point. Still, the unease gnawed at me. “That may be true, but they’re staying in Marehelm for now, and tomorrow, they’ll visit Dayton. Running into them is inevitable. I’m afraid…”


    Jett frowned slightly, considering the situation before resting aforting hand on my shoulder. “The mansion is massive. If you stay in your room and avoid unnecessary risks, the chances of encountering them are slim. Just take it easy.”


    I bit my lip, nodding, but my stomach remained tied in knots.


    Then, unexpectedly, Jett leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto mine, his warm breath fanning against my skin. The intensity in his eyes made my breath hitch.


    I instinctively took a step back, my throat dry. “Why are you looking at me like that?”


    He studied me carefully before raising an eyebrow. “Makenna, why are you so desperate to avoid them?”


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