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The Love in His HeartThe broadcast of Daniel Damien’s interview had left the city whispering with murmurers. In offices, cafés, classrooms, and even hidden corners of packs, people replayed his words again and again—a boy I lost… his name was Henry… if you are watching this, son, I love you.For most, it was a sensational story about a billionaire’s hidden past. For others, it was a puzzle piece in the vast tapestry of power, money, and everything that stretched across city and beyond. But for Adrian—Principal of Blackwood Academy—it was something else entirely.It was a knife to the heart.Adrian had been in his study, surrounded by papers from the Academy—essays to grade, new admissions to review—when the broadcast caught his attention. He had turned on the television in his office, the way one might light a candle in a dim room.But when Daniel Damien’s face filled the screen, when his grief voice confessed to the existence of a son named Henry, Adrian felt the room collapse in o

The world had seen many stories of love and loss, betrayal and redemption, but few had ever unfolded like this one. Three powerful men—so different in station and influence—had stepped into the public eye to declare their love for the same boy.First came Daniel Damien, billionaire CEO, whose planned interview about “A Boy He Lost” painted Henry as a missing piece of his heart, like a son and perhaps something more precious. Then came Adrian, the beloved Principal of Blackwood Academy, his words in the newspaper stirring sympathy as he spoke about “The Love in His Heart”. And finally, Elias, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, his live radio broadcast sending shivers across both human and werewolf worlds as he confessed about “The Luna He Missed.”The story was no longer just whispers. It was everywhere.Television anchors replayed clips of Damien’s interview, dissecting his every word. Economists speculated whether the billionaire’s “search for a boy” was tied to inheritance, or if it truly

Adrian Learns the TruthThe evening news played everywhere in the background of Adrian’s office. His mind was far from Blackwood Academy. His thoughts—his heart—were elsewhere, circling endlessly around the one name that had become both wound and balm: Henry.Adrian had carried the boy’s absence like a hidden scar. The hallways felt hollow without him, the classrooms quieter, the staff were more subdued. He had buried himself in work, convinced himself that time would heal the ache. But then the world began to whisper Henry’s name again—at first in rumors every corner, then in big headlines.“Prodigy reshapes in the company,” one article declared.“Unknown strategist revives international contracts,” another marveled.A whisper, repeated often enough, becomes a roar. Soon, even the students at Blackwood were gossiping about Henry’s sudden rise in the human world.Adrian had dismissed much of it as exaggeration—until tonight.The television screen flickered with the strange voice of a

The Empty Mansion The next morning, as Adrian descended the steps of the inn, his heart hitting but eager. Today, he told himself, he would find out if they actually went to Milan. With Adrian, the night’s resolve had only grown stronger; the long months of silence could end at last. He had already rehearsed the words he would say, smoothed the lines of his coat, even chosen the gift he would carry: a simple book of poetry he had once read to Henry back in Blackwood Academy days, one that spoke of resilience and love unbroken by time. His driver pulled the car around. Adrian climbed in, his eyes alive with anticipation. The baker’s words from the day before still lingered in his memory—the mansion at the edge of town but, they went to Milan for a conference. The described mansion would be Adrian's next destination. The road was short though, winding through the lanes until the car rolled into a broad avenue fringed with tall trees. There, standing proudly the morning sky, was the h

Before the ConferenceThe city of Milan burned with light that morning, its streets alive with cars gliding like fish and people dressed in coats, their laughter floating in the streetlamps. From the window of his suite at the Via Manzoni hotel, Harold Walker watched the life of the, but his eyes weren’t on the traffic or the passersby. His eyes, as always, drifted to the suite across the corridor, where Henry’s shadow sometimes moved behind the curtains.The boy—no, the young man—was st rehearsing. Harold could imagine it: Henry pacing his hotel room with notes in hand, lips murmuring speeches, trying to sound older than his years, his brow furrowed in concentration. Every part of it drew Harold’s heart tighter, a noose of admiration.He sighed, leaning against the glass.You must not think this way, he told himself. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until this conference is over.The conference wasn’t merely an event. It was everything. Contracts that could secure Walker company for a