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    The princes paused mid-step. Bryan pivoted to face me, his countenance grave as he dismissed my plea outright. “No, this venture is fraught with unseen perils.”


    Dominic’s eyes settled on me, a soft sigh escaping him as his voice carried a note of worry. “Makenna, the werewolf forest is a realm of treachery and uncertainty. You would be far safer remaining here. We’ll return before you know it.”


    Undeterred by their resolve, I tugged gently at yton’s sleeve, tilting my head to meet his gaze.


    A tender smile graced his striking features, soothing my nerves and sparking a fleeting hope that he might relent.


    Yet, he merely patted my head with care and murmured, “Fear not, we’ll return shortly.”


    Even yton had turned me away.


    Frustration simmered within me as I surveyed the three of them, my voice taking on a grave timbre. “I’m well aware of the risks, but I must apany you.”


    The princes exchanged bewildered looks at my insistence.


    Stepping forward, Dayton offered his counsel with measured seriousness. “Miss Dunn, the werewolf forest is fiercely protected and brimming with risks. It’s wiser for you to remain here.”


    I swept my gaze across the group before locking eyes with the three princes again, my words earnest and deliberate. “The white wolf n members harbor a longstanding enmity toward the Lycan royal lineage. As princes, if you venture there impulsively, how can they possibly ce their faith in you?”


    My statement struck them like a thunderbolt, their faces registering astonishment.


    Maia advanced to my side, offering a subtle nod of support. “Makenna speaks the truth. The white wolf n bears a profound grudge against the Lycan royals. Your journey could easily spark strife.”


    Bryan’s expression grew shadowed, his brows knitting together as though wrestling with an unspoken retort.


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    Meeting his stare unflinchingly, I pressed on with rity. “Furthermore, as a descendant of the Saint, I may hold the key to soothing the white wolf n members’ animosity.”


    The three princes traded uncertain nces, their earlier confidence nowced with doubt.


    yton’s eyes brimmed with concern as he spoke gently. “Makenna, I still believe you should stay behind. The werewolf forest is wild and capricious. Should harm befall you, how could we ever find peace?”


    My resolve remained unshaken as I countered, “I must prove my own strength—I cannot forever lean on your safeguarding wings.”


    yton fell silent, his gaze dropping in quiet contemtion.


    Then, breaking the stillness, Jett’s voice emerged, soft yet steadfast. “Makenna, I stand by your choice.”


    I turned to him, warmed by the encouragement in his smile. “You embody the Saint’s spirit. If she were here to witness this, she would beam with pride.”


    His words kindled a glow within me, stirring my soul.


    Drawing a steadying breath, I made a vow with solemn conviction. “I will see to it that my nsmen return unharmed.”


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