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    Our eyes locked, and as his painful history unfolded, something within my chest splintered.


    I never imagined that Jett—always the embodiment ofposure and strength—had been silently shouldering such a tremendous burden, enduring unspeakable pain without uttering a word ofint.


    The three princes, however, remained visibly skeptical, their defensive postures unwavering.


    Bryan stepped forward decisively, seized my wrist, and yanked me behind him protectively.


    His cial stare cut through the air like a de, his voice equally frigid. “That’s quite the tragic tale, but what evidence supports its authenticity? How can you convince us your presence among us isn’t motivated by some hidden agenda?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Beneath the burning re of the three royal brothers, Jett stood in silence.


    Tension saturated the main hall, thick enough to choke on.


    Moments passed before Jett’s desperate eyes found mine, seeking sanctuary amidst hostility. His gaze clung to me like a drowning man to driftwood, pleading for even a whisper of trust in this sea of suspicion.


    I turned away with a soft sigh, unable to meet his searching eyes.


    The bitter feud between werewolves and wizards had festered across centuries—a wound too deep for simple healing.


    Even my trust, if freely given, couldn’t mend this chasm if Jett failed to exin himself.


    Understanding flickered across Jett’s face as he lowered his gaze. His longshes veiled whatever emotion swirled beneath their shadow.


    “I understand your distrust,” he murmured, his voice like gravel. “My identity is admittedlyplicated, but I swear upon my life, I harbor no ill intent toward anyone. When the Saint granted me sanctuary years ago, I pledged my very existence to protecting every soul on thesends.”


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    Bryan’s derisiveugh cut through the air.


    “Promises are nothing but breath and air,” he sneered, contempt dripping from every syble as he regarded Jett.


    The harshness of Bryan’s judgment stung me. I shot him a disapproving look,pelled to defend Jett. “You’re being unfair. Jett has helped me a lot these days. Whatever you believe, he means no harm to werewolves.”


    Bryan’s face darkened at my words, anger ring in his eyes as his voice thundered through the hall. “Makenna, this isn’t some trivial matter!” he snapped. “Regardless of your trust in Jett, caution is essential! The future of our entire n cannot hang on your blind faith.”


    Dominic’s stern features hardened with agreement as he joined the fray. “Makenna, Bryan speaks truth. When our people’s fate hangs in the bnce, we cannot afford to gamble on instinct alone.”


    Across the room, yton broke his prolonged silence, his calcting gaze dissecting Jett with clinical precision.


    After a measured pause, yton’s voice cut through the tension with quiet authority. “This argument serves no purpose now. The pressing concern remains the Wizard n’s ultimatum. Should we refuse to surrender Jett, they threaten to reduce this city to ashes. We can’t risk so many lives.”


    Jett absorbed these words without flinching, his face a masterpiece of stoic calm as he offered a simple nod.


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