Chapter 1060
Chapter 1060:
The mention of white light stirred something deep within me. Memories of the dream flooded back, and before I could stop them, tears brimmed in my eyes. The three princes froze, visibly thrown by my sudden emotion.
Bryan reached out, brushing the tears from my face with a gentle hand, his voice warm with concern. “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly crying?”
Between shaky breaths, I managed to stammer, “It was… my mother. She protected me. Whenever I’m in peril, she’s there, shielding me.”
The three princes’ faces registered shock at my words.
Bryan, disbelief lacing his tone, pressed, “But the Saint has passed away—how could she have saved you?”
I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I slipped the necklace from around my neck. This wasn’t just any trinket—it was a cherished keepsake from my mother, once taken away by others before it finally returned to me.
My voice broke as I explained, “Even though she’s no longer here, her presence never left. She wove a sacred connection between her spirit and this necklace. When danger closes in, she emerges to guard me.”
As I finished, I clutched the necklace close, tears clouding my sight again.
Under their astonished stares, I poured out the details of my dream. They listened in silence, their initial surprise giving way to a profound, lingering emotion that left them speechless.
I bowed my head, running my fingers over the necklace’s smooth surface. Its coolness steadied my racing heart.
Taking a deep breath, I declared with unwavering resolve, “I have to save my clan members and restore honor to the white wolves. They’ve carried the weight of shame and hardship for far too long—I won’t let it continue.”
The princes absorbed my words, a heavy quiet stretching between us. After a pause, Clayton spoke, his voice strained. “Makenna, we’re sorry. If it weren’t for us, you wouldn’t have faced such torment…”
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻
I gave a faint, bittersweet smile and shook my head. “I don’t hold it against you. This is your father’s doing—not yours. Those truly responsible will face justice, and I’ll see to it they pay. You’re caught in this as much as I am.”
Clayton dipped his head in acknowledgment, falling silent once more. The air in the tent grew thick with unspoken thoughts.
I tucked the necklace back beneath my clothes, lifted my gaze to meet theirs, and said with conviction, “We need to move now—head to the prison in the werewolf forest. My clan members are still waiting for me to rescue them. I can’t afford to waste another moment.”
Bryan and Dominic shared a quick look, then nodded, a flicker of determination lighting their eyes as they agreed to stand with me.
Makenna’s POV:
Within the tent, after a short pause to catch our breath, we freed ourselves to press forward.
Along the way, we occasionally crossed paths with groups of patrolling soldiers. Thankfully, the three princes had enlisted their finest fighters—each one swift, precise, and exceptionally trained.
Whenever a patrol appeared, these warriors moved like shadows, dispatching the enemy with quiet efficiency, ensuring no cries of alarm broke the silence.
“If you’re so brave, cut these ropes and face me again! Taking down those pitiful wolf grunts doesn’t prove your worth!”
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