Chapter 1097
Chapter 1097:
Disbelief crashed over me like a wave. I stared at Bryan, my heart tightening painfully. “The Wizard Clan’s eldest prince is sending killers after Jett? Has he lost his mind? Jett is his flesh and blood—his brother!”
Bryan’s face darkened, his nod heavy with solemn confirmation. “That’s precisely the intelligence we’ve gathered.”
“Where is Jett now?” My voice trembled, anxiety growing, fear for his safety shadowing my thoughts.
Bryan steadied me. “Rest assured. I’ve already stationed my most trusted subordinates around him. He’ll be safe.”
Despite his confidence, unease churned in my mind. “The issues with your father aren’t resolved yet, and now the Wizard Clan is embroiled in its own power struggle involving Jett.”
Clayton gently draped his arm around my shoulders, his voice a comforting murmur. “Try not to dwell on it. We’ve firmly established control over Marehelm. No one will breach our defenses easily.”
I looked up at him and nodded silently, a quiet hope forming within me. “I just hope we don’t face any more challenges ahead.”
Leonardo’s POV:
Ever since Makenna vanished into the sea, I had dispatched parties daily, scouring every harbor, dock, and fishing village along the coastline with my most skilled operatives.
Yet, no matter how fervently I intensified the search, not a single trace of her emerged.
It felt as though she had simply vanished, swallowed by the waves…
Standing by a window in the palace, I gazed out at the tranquil scenery, but an unsettling weight stirred deep within my chest.
Makenna wasn’t just any ordinary white wolf; her abilities bordered on the supernatural.
F𝒾𝓷𝒶𝓁 𝓬𝒉𝓪𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.ℂ𝗈𝗺
I vividly recalled the day she came back to life right before my eyes—a power that no mere white wolf should possess.
Could she truly be dead? Just like that? Or was this an elaborate ruse, a trick she’d woven to mislead us all?
As I pondered these unsettling thoughts, my mind drifted to my three reckless sons, who had fallen hopelessly in love with Makenna. They’d defied me openly for her sake! It made me worry—and furious at the same time.
“I wonder if those three have made any progress recently,” I muttered under my breath.
“You, come here!” I summoned one of my subordinates with a pointed finger. “Report on the current situation with the princes. Any news from Marehelm?”
The subordinate knelt before me on one knee, his head bowed low, beads of sweat trickling down his temple.
“Why are you silent?” I snapped, impatience boiling over.
After a tense pause, he stammered, “Your Majesty, the princes haven’t sent any reports lately, and concerning Marehelm… well, specifics remain uncertain.”
My heart plunged at his words, a gnawing instinct telling me something was dreadfully wrong.
My sons were always careful, meticulous even. They never failed to keep me informed, especially when involved in matters as critical as Marehelm. The silence now felt ominous.
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