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she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

“Hope Venut’s ready for us.” As they gathered their things and began to move toward the exit, Lila stole one last glance at the map. Venut. A city buried in snow, forgotten by most, but now pulsing with a secret that she had to uncover. There was no turning back now. The journey would be long. The risks, countless. But Lila was ready. Stepping into the unknown, she felt the rising tension inside her—the anticipation of what was to come. The feeling that, just beyond the horizon, everything was about to change.

“Alright.” Once they left, I started eating, savoring a chocolate muffin that melted in my mouth. My moment of peace was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I glanced at the screen, seeing Elena’s name flashing. “Hey, Elena—” I greeted, but she cut me off before I could say more. “Lila, are you at the Blue Moon pack?” Her voice was tinged with panic. “Yes, I arrived last night. Actually—” “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore, her panic sharp and cutting. “Your father knows. Someone told him you’re there and that Elliot abducted you to force a marriage. He’s on his way, Lila, and he’s planning to kill him.”

Kept quiet. Lila climbed out alone. Walked across the open ground toward the old mill. The mill was barely standing. Perfect place for an ambush. Or a trap. Hard to tell the difference. Lila stopped in the clearing in front of the mill. Pulled out the pendant. Let it catch the morning light. "I'm here!" Her shout carried across the open space. "I have the relic! Where's my sister?!" Silence. Just wind through dead grass. Then movement. The mill door opened.

A knowing. The kind of instinct you can’t learn in boardrooms or back alleys. The kind that comes from living too long in a world where nothing stays good forever. The terrace door opened with a soft click. Lila stepped out, still in her thin cotton sleep shirt, her hair a tangle around her shoulders. Her eyes were sleepy and warm when they found mine. “You’re up early,” she murmured. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted. She came to stand behind my chair, her hands settling on my shoulders. Her fingers traced over the old scars there, the places I no longer felt.

Lila looked up first, her eyes widening in shock when she saw me. She clearly never saw this coming. She's so naive to almost everything. As if totally imperceptible, she couldn't sense the driving force that made me tail her down here. The guy, clearly taken off guard, followed her gaze, a frown forming on his face as I approached. “What are you doing here, Damian?” Lila stammered, her voice a mix of confusion and surprise. I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Lila, you know how things are. You shouldn’t just be with some stranger,” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I’d intended.

Chapter 10. It is Finished In the quiet hours of the evening, Lila sat down on the veranda of Shun's mansion, watching how the leaves of the tree were dancing to the blowing breeze. With her glass of wine, she sat and read her favourite novel, thinking of the tribulations she was facing in her marriage.

“And Evan… I don’t even know where he stands anymore.” “Then stand on your own,” he replied. "Don't let anyone manipulate you." Fight as though this war belongs to you only. Fight for yourself and your child." I closed my eyes, letting the truth sink in. I had been living in the ruins of my own silence for too long, letting Evan and Clarissa manipulate me. But now, I know who I am — Lila, a Lycan descendant of the royal bloodline. By dawn, I was back in the palace. I walked through the halls with a different kind of energy. Everyone was astonished by the way I carried myself. I learnt Evan was in the war chambers, so I went straight to see him.

That bastard’s name kept surfacing like a stain I couldn’t scrub away. Before I could speak again, the door creaked open. Lila stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Hair pulled into a ponytail, blazer on, her badge gleaming. A detective’s uniform. “Jaxon,” she greeted calmly, almost too calmly, “I heard about Elvira and the others. I want to help.” Okay now, who the hell invited Lila into this case?