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    “Antoni was Jett in disguise all along?” My breath caught in my throat, a mix of terror and awe spreading through me.


    Bryan’s hand found its way to my hair, tousling it gently as he whispered softly, “It was the only way to ensure your salvation. Antoni is as cunning as Cody—who knows where he is hiding now?”


    Anxiety tightened in my chest as I nced anxiously toward Jett, still visible in the distance. “But isn’t this dangerously risky for Jett?”


    yton pulled me into his embrace, his arm wrapping securely around my waist as he whispered soothingly, “Jett chose this burden willingly.”


    He went on to exin what had happened earlier. When the news of my capture reached them, the three princes were consumed with desperation to rescue me. But Jett had disappeared without a trace.


    Just as they were preparing to sacrifice everything—even their own werewolf powers—for my sake, Jett reappeared, cloaked in Antoni’s guise. With quick wit, he convinced the princes to trust him as the key to my release.


    Meanwhile, Cody had been so absorbed in his own arrogance, blissfully unaware that the “Antoni” before him was a fraud.


    To sell the ruse, they had even driven a dagger into Jett’s flesh—a grim touch of authenticity. My heart swelled with gratitude, though anxiety for Jett’s well-being gnawed at me more deeply with each passing moment.


    Now, Jett stood firm, the dagger pressed tightly against Cody’s neck. Cody’s soldiers scrambled in chaos, none daring to act too hastily, fearing their master’s throat would be slit.


    Veins pulsed at Cody’s brow as he bellowed, “You miserable curs!”


    Jett’s sneer was as sharp as a de. “A trick I learned from the master himself.”


    His gaze was cold and unyielding as it bored into Cody. “What gall you have to bring up old ghosts, Cody. The ughter of the white wolves, the usurpation of the Lycan crown—those were your schemes, yours and Leonardo’s, weren’t they? And yet you walk around as if you’re above it all.”


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    Cody’s expression twisted, a storm of realization crashing over him. His eyes narrowed into slits as he snarled, “You’re that wizard lurking at Makenna’s side, aren’t you? Was it you who used that potion on Evelyn?”


    Blood steadily trickled from Jett’s left shoulder, staining his arm and pooling on the ground beneath him.


    His face grew pale, and his strength visibly waned with each passing moment.


    “Enough of your bluster, Cody!” Jett snapped, his patience wearing thin. With a guttural growl, he tightened his grip and dragged Cody forward, step byborious step, toward us.


    Makenna’s POV:


    My pulse raced, a jittery tremor coursing through me as I locked eyes with Cody’s soldiers, dread gnawing at my core that they might strike Jett down. His face drained of color, bing more ghostly with each passing second, and my heart squeezed painfully, as though gripped by an unseen fist.


    Jett strained with every ounce of his fading strength to keep Cody pinned, inching toward a breach in the circle of enemies. But fate had other ns.


    Cody’s eyes red wide. Sensing Jett’s weakening grip, he moved in a sh, wresting the dagger from Jett’s hand and turning it against him with ruthless speed.


    Time seemed to freeze. My breath caught in my throat, pupils shrinking to pinpricks as I stood powerless, watching the gleaming de arc toward Jett’s heart.


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