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    As I floated back to the surface of consciousness, my eyes fluttered open to the stark whiteness of the ceiling.


    Realization washed over me—I was in a hospital bed.


    A wave of dizziness swept through me as the horrific images from before my copse haunted my thoughts.


    The vision of Jett, sprawled on the ground, clinging to life by a mere thread, twisted my heart with pain.


    “Jett… I need to see Jett…”


    I whispered his name into the sterile air, pushing against the weight of my exhaustion, attempting to rise from the bed.


    But the moment my feet grazed the cold floor, a wave of vertigo threatened to topple me.


    At that instant, the door opened, and three princes stepped through, their faces etched with weariness and concern.


    Bryan was the quickest to react, darting forward to catch me by the shoulders. “Makenna, stay put. You’ve overexerted yourself; the doctor’s orders were clear—rest is crucial.”


    I shrugged off his grasp, seizing his sleeves with a desperate grip, my voice almost pleading. “I need to see Jett! What’s his condition?”


    The princes exchanged a solemn nce, saying nothing.


    The room fell eerily silent, punctuated only by mybored breathing. Time seemed to freeze, and with each passing second, my anxiety mounted.


    Finally, yton’s voice broke the silence, though strained. “Jett was saved, and he’s hanging by a thread. But… the dagger remains in his chest. The doctors fear removing it could end his life instantly.”


    At his words, my knees buckled, and I sank back onto the bed. I dropped my head, a murmur of self-me escaping me. “This is all my fault… My carelessness has doomed Jett…”


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    Dominic stepped closer, his frown softening as he patted my shoulder soothingly. “Makenna, don’t drown in despair. Remember who you are. You’re a white wolf, blessed with healing powers. You can save Jett.”


    His words sparked a flicker of hope within me.


    That’s right, I was a white wolf, and my blood had once brought Jett back from the brink.


    “Quickly! Help me up!” I eximed, urgencycing my voice, pushing past my fragility. “I need to save Jett.”


    The princes rallied around me, their support gentle yet firm, cautious of my frail state.


    Bryan, aiding me to stand, voiced his concern. “Makenna, you’re barely on your feet. Are you certain you can endure this?”


    I clenched my teeth, determination steeling my voice. “I must go! Jett cannot die on my watch.”


    Respecting my resolve, they offered no further objections, escorting me slowly toward Jett’s ward.


    Finally, we arrived at the adjacent ward.


    Upon entering, the sharp scent of disinfectant assaulted our senses.


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