Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072:

I rushed to explain, but Paula’s eyes narrowed with suspicion at the presence of the three princes.

She silenced me with a sharp gesture. “Makenna, tell me the truth. Were you dispatched by them to infiltrate our ranks? What’s your real plan in pretending to rescue us? I believed your intentions were genuine, but now I see you’re aligned with these imposters!”

Her accusations drew grave expressions from the princes.

In that tense moment, one of the white wolf clan members collapsed, his strength finally giving way.

The sight sent a painful twist through my heart.

From the distance, ominous sounds echoed—prison guards advancing toward our position.

Dominic’s serene demeanor vanished instantly. His brow furrowed as he urged, “This location is compromised. We must depart immediately. All explanations can wait until we’ve reached safety.”

Despite his reasoning, Paula remained rooted in place, her posture rigid with distrust.

I fixed Paula with a gaze that mingled concern and frustration. “Paula, look at these white wolves. Their strength is failing rapidly. Without immediate aid, they face death. Would you prefer to watch them perish here, or see them dragged back to that prison to endure slow, agonizing deaths?”

My words struck her like a physical blow, silencing her protests.

After a moment’s hesitation, she knelt beside the collapsed member, her resolve softening. “Let’s leave,” she conceded quietly.

I exchanged meaningful glances with the three princes, and together we hastily guided the group beyond the boundaries of the werewolf forest.

Makenna’s POV:

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

At long last, we reached the safety of Dayton’s home after our escape.

As we crossed into the courtyard, the white wolf clan members crumpled to the ground in utter exhaustion. Some drifted into unconsciousness, their bodies sprawled haphazardly across the stone.

“What’s wrong? Wake up, everyone!” Paula’s concern for her clan members was evident, though she remained wary around the three princes and their armed men.

Her eyes betrayed a mixture of anguish and frustration as she surveyed the clan members’ wounds and their shallow breathing, clearly tormented by her inability to ease their suffering.

Seeing her distress, I made my way to her side and spoke gently. “Paula, set your mind at ease. These white wolves will receive the finest medical attention. They’ll pull through this.”

“Okay.” Paula nodded with hesitation before lapsing into silence.

In the meantime, Dayton and the others hastened toward us, having just received word of our arrival.

Maia gasped at the sight of white wolf clan members filling the courtyard, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. “I never thought you’d actually bring them back!”

With no patience for idle conversation, I turned to Dayton with determination etched across my face. “Mr. Pierce, we need doctors for these white wolves immediately. Their self-healing abilities aren’t enough in their weakened state. Medical intervention is essential.”

“Alright,” Dayton responded with a brisk nod before departing to arrange medical assistance.

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