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Velmora Palace never truly slept. There were always parts of it that remained awake as time turned. Certain sections were deliberately kept far from life.One area was untouched by ordinary people. The corridor leading to the forbidden chamber was silent and was made of black stone veined with silver. Each step echoed like a confession of sin.Yoren was brought there in a half-conscious state. His eyes were slightly open, not to see, but to show that he was still holding on.Fabrizio and Naomi moved quickly, barely speaking. They had done this before—ironically, never under such severe conditions.The massive stone door opened with a heavy sound to reveal a circular chamber that was cold and damp. Its walls were covered in ancient carvings of binding symbols and soul-locking spells. Chains of black steel hung from the ceiling, gleaming dimly in the torchlight.At the centre of the chamber, a low stone altar waited. That was where they laid Yo

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It 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 rhythm—not fast or slow, but restless.Something felt wrong. Eirene gave up. Her body and her eyes refused to cooperate. She stopped forcing herself to sleep. An irritated breath escaped her lips as she turned her head towards the window.Moonlight pierced the curtains and pooled on the bedroom floor like liquid silver. Usually, that light would soothe the soul. Usually, Eirene would feel as if unseen hands were gently stroking her hair, lulling her to sleep. But not tonight. S

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The forbidden chamber fell silent once more, but it was not a comforting silence; rather, it felt oppressive. Those inside held their breath, as if even the slightest sound might disturb the night.Yoren lay on a special stone bed. His body was still bound, though the chains no longer trembled. His breathing was deep and steady, his chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm—vastly different from moments earlier, when he had nearly lost control entirely.Eirene was no longer there. At Louise’s request, she had been taken outside first—not because she was dangerous, but because her presence was far too influential. Louise wanted to be certain of what had truly happened without any additional variables.Louise stood beside the bed, fully focused on her examination instruments. She opened Yoren’s eyes and directed a small lens at his pupils, dim light reflecting off them. She took notes, observed, then took more notes. Her brows furrowed,

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Eirene sat with her back straight, but her shoulders were stiff. The cold feeling in her chest contrasted starkly with the warmth that filled the room under the soft glow of the lamps.Eirene hadn’t been able to stay still since earlier. Her fingers kept pressing against each other unconsciously, then letting go, only to seek each other out again. She felt an unease she couldn’t name, a sensation that floated between relief and the fear of loss.Near the door stood Naomi. As usual, her posture was formal, though her gaze occasionally flicked towards Eirene.Gwyneth sat calmly opposite Eirene. Her hands rested neatly in her lap. Her old face looked peaceful—too peaceful for a situation like this.For a while, time passed in silence. They remained quiet, seemingly absorbed in their own thoughts.Eirene closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, but to no avail. Eventually, she opened her eyes again, revealing a mix of unspoken emotion

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Yoren’s awareness returned, not like a door opening, but more like fog slowly thinning. There was no clear boundary between dark and light, only a persistent heaviness throughout his body as if his bones still remembered how they had nearly been shattered last night by something far too great to contain.The first thing Yoren noticed was that he was lying down. The familiar scent of his bedroom greeted his senses: aged wood, the essential oils Ruth usually dripped in the corner, and something more elusive. He could also detect the faint metallic scent of blood lingering in the air.This memory made Yoren’s brows furrow, even though his eyes remained closed. Several seconds—or perhaps more—passed within this suspended awareness.In the space between sleep and wakefulness, fragments of memory emerged haphazardly. Among them were candles, ritual prayers and the pulse of the full moon pressing against his chest like invisible hands. Then ther

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The door to Yoren’s room opened quietly. Gwyneth paused at the threshold for a moment, not stepping inside right away.The air inside felt different; no longer was it filled with the scent of medicine and the chill of the night, but it was now warm, calm and alive. The large curtains by the window were open. Morning sunlight poured in, spilling across the floor and walls as if sweeping away the remnants of the previous night's darkness.Yoren stood near the large window. His back was to the door. Both his hands were extended to the sides and resting lightly against the frame. His head was slightly raised and his eyes were closed. He looked like someone relearning how to breathe slowly and carefully, as though the world had almost taken him the night before and had just returned him that morning.Gwyneth drew a quiet breath. The sight made her chest feel both warm and tight at the same time.In all the decades she had known Yoren, she had seen him wo

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Eirene was enjoying her lunch when Kyla entered the dining room. She walked as she always did—light and composed—but there was something in her gaze that made Eirene instinctively lift her head.“Miss,” said Kyla as she stopped near the table. “The Alpha has asked you to come to the Palace this afternoon. He wishes to meet with you.”The spoon in Eirene’s hand froze mid-motion. She froze. Her mind went blank for a moment. Kyla’s words registered, but it took a few seconds for their meaning to follow, like a delayed echo.“The Alpha…” Eirene swallowed, then repeated Kyla’s words to be sure. 'Wants to meet me?”Kyla nodded. “Yes, Miss.”Eirene froze. Her heart beat a little faster, but not out of fear or anxiety; it was something she could not quite name. There was a subtle pull in her chest, like a thin thread being slowly spun. “All right,” she sa

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“I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know. Your symptoms aren’t consistent with those of someone suffering from acute anaemia. I know that for certain. My sister, Daisy, has had that illness for years. When she’s unwell, her symptoms are nothing like what happened to you last night. But rather than finding out what's actually happening to you, I just want to know that you're getting better, Alpha. I won’t ask about things you don’t want to talk about.”Those words still echoed clearly in Yoren’s mind. Two days had passed since that conversation, yet Eirene’s words seemed untouched by time. They kept resurfacing—in the silences, in the pauses between breaths, even when his thoughts should have been elsewhere. He could distinctly recall the calm tone of her voice, neither pressing nor demanding an explanation. Ironically, that was precisely where their weight lay.Eirene did not ask. It was this that left

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Ravenor’s house felt quieter than usual. A heavy gloom seemed to cling to every corner of the place.Isabella paused at the threshold of the living room, letting the door close softly behind her. To her, the air inside the house still smelt the same, warm and carrying the scent of old wood and herbal tea, yet the atmosphere had changed. There was an invisible but unmistakable weariness hanging everywhere.Daisy was home. After days spent in hospital, she had finally returned.It was supposed to be good news. At the very least, Isabella could sleep in her own bed again, rather than on a hard folding chair by Daisy’s hospital bed. She would no longer wake up to the sound of machines or nurses' footsteps coming and going. Still, she knew it wasn't over yet.Isabella put her bag down on the table and rubbed her face with both hands. Her body felt heavy. Her shoulders ached, her head throbbed faintly and her eyelids felt as though they had been bea

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Since the morning, the palace had been operating like a well-oiled machine. Crystal chandeliers gleamed flawlessly. A deep red carpet stretched from the main staircase to the grand hall. Arrangements of white and silver flowers adorned the towering pillars, their soft fragrance mingling with the scent of aged wood that characterised the building.Yoren stood before the mirror in his chamber. A black, sharply tailored suit fit his frame perfectly. His hair was neatly styled and his expression was calm, as always.From the outside, nothing about Yoren had changed. But inside, he reassured himself of one thing over and over again. I’m stable. I don’t need a donor. Nothing will happen.That day, the celebration for Yoren’s birthday would be held. He was certain that everything would go smoothly.Yoren studied his reflection for a few seconds longer, then turned when he heard a knock at the door. Fabrizio entered and immediately appr

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