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    Pa listened without a word, frowning, until deep lines scored her forehead.


    After a long silence, she raised her head and met my gaze squarely. “What do you n to do?”


    I raised my head and matched her steady stare. “I’m going to bring Leonardo down. I’m going to clear the white wolves’ name—and avenge my parents.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    There was another long silence between us.


    I lowered my head and stared at my trembling hands as conflicting emotions swirled within me.


    Pa suddenly reached out and sped my hand.


    I looked up at her, startled by her action, and met her resolute gaze.


    “I believe in you, and I’m willing to follow you, Makenna,” she said.


    I opened my mouth to speak but quickly shut it as I realized I didn’t know what to say. I could only stare at her in stunned silence.


    Pa’s eyes remained fixed on mine as she continued, “I was trapped in the werewolf forest as a child. I, however, saw the Saint once. She was an extraordinary leader and guided us through the darkest times.


    I believe you can do the same.”


    My head dropped again. I was deeply moved by Pa’s words. Before I could muster a response, Pa stood up and walked into the vi.


    Momentster, a group of white wolf n members had gathered around me.


    Among them were elderly men and women, young adults, and even children.


    I counted them and saw that there were fewer than a hundred.


    Pa returned and stood in front of me. There was a look of deep-seated sorrow on her face. She began, “When I was still a child, there were tens of thousands of white wolves. But as a result of Leonardo’s massacre, only these few remain.”


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    My heart ached at her words as I stared at the ground wordless.


    Pa turned, and her gaze swept over every white wolf present as she addressed them. “This is Makenna Dunn. She is the daughter of the Saint, Josie, and will be our new leader. She will lead us out of this darkness and into the freedom and dignity that are rightfully ours as white wolves.”


    I stepped forward and let their gaze rest on me.


    With Pa doing the introduction, I met each white wolf present and memorized their names.


    An elderly woman leaning heavily on her cane approached me. Her figure was bent, and her hair was now all silver. Her face was wrinkled, and her hand trembled as she extended it to touch my face.


    “Are you really the daughter of the Saint? Do you know where the Saint has been all these years?” she asked.


    It was as though a de pierced my heart.


    I took the elderly woman’s hand in mine as I struggled to hold back my tears and answered, “My mother passed away. But she never forgot her hatred, nor did she give up on you all. I will make sure her vengeance is carried out. I swear it!”


    Tears welled up in the elderly woman’s eyes.


    She muttered “okay” several times even as the tears dropped down her cheeks.


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