MasukIt should have been a calm night. The full moon hung perfectly in the sky, reflecting the silvery light that usually brought a sense of peace to werewolves. On nights like this, most werewolves felt lighter, breathed more deeply and slept more soundly. But not for Eirene—not tonight.
She lay on the bed and closed her eyes, only to open them again. The thin blanket covering her felt alternately too warm and then too cold. Her breathing was uneven. Her heart beat with an unusual rh
However, not much changed after they arrived at the airport. In fact, everything remained exactly the same, even after they boarded Velmora’s private jet.Eirene had briefly hoped that the atmosphere might improve and that she might finally be able to relax, but it did not. On the contrary, everything felt even more tense. She found herself increasingly unable to relax while sitting opposite Yoren.The situation only made her feel more pressured. Her heart raced uncontrollably and she felt her breath catch in her throat several times. She remained completely still, not moving an inch, for fear of disturbing Yoren.Eirene tried her best to maintain her composure throughout the flight, which was incredibly difficult. Every now and then, she could not help but cautiously steal glances in Yoren’s direction.Yoren kept his eyes closed the whole time. At first glance, he appeared to be asleep, but for some reason, Eirene felt that it was not real sleep. There was something about his express
Since arriving at Aldercrest Palace yesterday, Eirene had spent nearly all her time in her room. She did little except sit by the window and stare at the outside world.Sometimes she read the books in her room or stood on the balcony, but most of the time she just sat in silence. At other times, she simply sat in silence. Yet no matter what she did, her thoughts always returned to the same person: Yoren.Eirene let out a quiet breath, as though trying to clear the turmoil from her mind. She blinked once and resumed gazing at the palace gardens, which were slowly being draped in the colours of dusk.The sky gradually darkened. Garden lights began to illuminate one by one among the neatly arranged trees.Everything looked beautiful. Everything felt peaceful. Yet Eirene’s heart was in a very different state.Since their argument at the hospital, she and Yoren had barely spoken. In fact, they had barely even seen each other. She did not know whether Yoren was busy or deliberately avoiding
Ruth had checked her phone dozens of times since morning—or perhaps even more. She had stopped counting because it had become a habit over the past few days.Every few minutes, her hand moved of its own accord to reach for her phone, unlock the screen and check for messages or missed calls from Fabrizio. Each time, she found nothing.Ruth let out a long sigh, slipped the phone back into her pocket, and cast her gaze towards the large window. Her face reflected helplessness. There was nothing she could do except wait and stare at the view outside.The night sky was overcast. A thin veil of mist hung over the surrounding mountains.Normally, this would bring Ruth a sense of peace. It offered her a moment of calm amidst her endless responsibilities for maintaining order within the palace. But she felt none of that now.Her thoughts were as gloomy as the sky outside. She was so anxious that she could hardly breathe.It had been too long without any news. The days kept passing with no sens
As soon as the doctor said that Eirene was well enough to leave the hospital, Yoren made his decision. There was no reason to keep her there any longer, so he would not.Some time later, they left the hospital. The journey was quiet, with a convoy of Gardeno vehicles escorting them to Aldercrest Palace.Yoren sat in the back seat of the car without saying much. His gaze remained fixed on the view outside, though he caught sight of Eirene’s reflection in the rear-view mirror several times.Whenever that happened, Yoren’s jaw tightened slightly. The memory of the blood-bond ritual was still too fresh in his mind—too painful and difficult to ignore.An hour later, Aldercrest Palace welcomed their arrival, the atmosphere remaining peaceful yet offering security. Warm lights glowed throughout the estate, while dozens of guards stood watch at various points—a layered security system surrounded the entire area.Servants immediately came to greet them as they stepped out of the vehicles. They
Finally, the question that had been haunting Yoren since that night found its way out. He waited, his heart pounding, bracing himself for Eirene's answer.A sincere smile blossomed across Eirene’s face. The words left her lips with heartfelt emotion. “I didn’t want to see you suffer.”Yoren had prepared himself, but in the end, it meant nothing. Eirene's answer was so soft that it shattered the last of his defences.For a moment, Yoren made no sound. He fell silent as though he needed time to grasp the meaning of her words.The air was trapped beneath an oppressive silence. The entire room seemed to close in under an unbearable storm of emotions.Yoren stared at Eirene unwaveringly. His expression slowly shifted until it transformed into a heartbreaking irony, and he remained silent.Yoren's laughter suddenly burst forth. It was filled with bitterness, emptiness and pain.“You didn’t want to see me suffer?” Yoren asked, laughing in pain. He released Eirene and took a step back. He rou
Yoren had never liked hospitals. The overpowering smell of antiseptic, the echoing footsteps in the corridors and the bad memories associated with places like this had always made him uneasy. The shadows of death and the tears of grief were two things that had always made him reluctant to set foot in a hospital.This time was different, though. For the first time in his life, he saw hope in a hospital. He walked quickly towards the private patient room, feeling different inside. He remained calm, his expression as unreadable as ever, but he felt much lighter inside because of the call Fabrizio had received earlier.Has Eirene really recovered? Is her body really all right now? Did they overlook anything?Yoren wanted direct answers to all of these questions. After everything that had happened, he no longer trusted the words 'all right' unless he saw it with his own eyes.Yoren stopped in front of the door. He stood quietly and steadied himself while Fabrizio opened it. Then he looked
Eirene woke with an unfamiliar feeling of lightness and calm. There was no blaring alarm, no sound of neighbours arguing through thin apartment walls, and no anxiety about the day ahead.Sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, bathing the marble floor in a serene golden glow. The lin
Sabrina’s apartment always felt too warm in the afternoons, but this would shift into something calming once night fell. Eirene had thought it was because the air conditioning was rarely used or because the windows faced west, but that wasn’t the reason. It was actually the presence o
The private jet landed smoothly on the restricted runway in the Velmora region, to little fanfare. The only sound was the gradual fading of the engines, until silence once again enveloped the morning air.Travis Davenport rose from his seat, straightened the cuffs of his shirt and reached
The residence was known as the Eastern Palace. While not as grand as the Main Palace of Velmora, where Yoren resided, the building was spacious and dignified enough to reflect the status of its occupants. It stood amidst a grey stone arrangement overlooking the valley, surrounded by meticulously







