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Cain nodded. "I would've let you in with great hospitality, but I heard my student isn't in good health, so we're in a hurry." Cain said, his gaze lingering on the three shaky male. To ease the tension, he signed Joy , who nodded once, gesturing to a black ball, a slight push to its middle, it got divided, astonished and rapidly blinking Joy brought out a solid can, filled with pink liquid in a different glass bottle. "You have the antidote in time, but will you make it in time?" suddenly Cain said, they arched their brows, confused. "A storm will be coming soon, and it's getting darker. As humans, you shouldn't be out in the open for wolves to devour!"

Cade tilted his head slightly, cutting him off “So, you’re denying it? You're indirectly saying that my senses has completely altered for feralty?” Bradlyn’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “ She told you that? She must have misunderstood,” he tried, voice light, forced. “I would never harm her. I would never do such a thing as condescending as forcing a low-life against her wish, I'm an Alpha and I hold my esteem” My hands clenched tighter. Liar. Cade’s gaze darted toward me, commanding. “Speak.” I sucked in a shaky breath. This was it. The very moment.

A small envelope resting on the bedside table. My heart skipped a beat as I crawled over to it, my trembling hands picking it up. The handwriting was unmistakable—Raphael’s. I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the seal. What could he possibly have to say to me now? After everything? Taking a deep breath, I opened the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded note. **Fiona,** **I know tonight wasn’t easy for you. It wasn’t easy for me either. But I need you to understand something—this isn’t over. Not for me, and not for Marcellus either.**

"But today, I'm putting my words here. If you want to become the Luna of the Dawn Pack, unless I'm dead, otherwise, we will never let you become the Dawn's Luna!" After I finished speaking, I glanced at Landon. Then, Landon put the card he had prepared on the table. I looked at Emily. "You're a smart person. There are fifty million dollars here. It's enough for you two to live for quite a while. Be smart. If you take this money, then our Dawn Pack still recognizes your parents as members of the pack." After I finished speaking, I got up and left.

* *Thank you for protecting my family after you stopped hurting them. *With complicated love,* *Lily* The room was silent. Marcus folded the letter with shaking hands. "I don't deserve her forgiveness." "Maybe not," I said. "But she gave it anyway. That's what grace means." "There are more letters," Hope said, looking through the remaining envelopes. "One for each grandchild, one for Bola, one for Elena... and this one." She held up an envelope that looked different from the others. Older, more worn, sealed with red wax instead of regular adhesive.

"Why would your mother text my great aunt on the day of my birth?" "They were... Lots of friends, I'll explain more to you later, I swear." Leonore looked back and took out a letter that appeared to be a little old and had a broken seal. The redhead opened the envelope carefully and pulled a yellowish paper by age. Inside the paper there were dried and crumpled daisies, but it was not difficult to see how preserved they were.

I exclaimed in surprise. "Mrs. Russo," Little Nine said, but his expression quickly changed, and he apologized, "I am sorry, Ms. Leah." I waved at him and said, "No, it's okay. Why don't you come in?" I opened the door and let him in, passing him a glass of water. "How are you doing? What about Little Red?" I asked. Little Nine collected the water and said, "He is fine. He was sent to the mining ground by the master last year and is expected to be back maybe in the next hundred years."

I am not ashamed of who I was or what I did even if there are some things I would like to have been a bit different. Val goes still his hand moves to her jaw, tilting her face up to his. There’s something almost reverent in how he’s looking at her now. You broke the cycle. Your granddaughters are 14 and 18, and they’re not in the life because you showed them the truth instead of hiding it. that’s not just recovery, Zora that’s redemption.

It was as if it had just been through a disaster. My phone buzzed with a text from my father. "Nicole, I've booked you the presidential suite at a five-star hotel. The passcode is your birthday. Get some proper rest tonight." Then, the screen lit up again. This time, I'd gotten a message from an unfamiliar number. "Nicole, I'm sorry, truly. Please come back. Let's start over. I can't live without you." Based on the contents, I had no doubt that the sender was Ethan.