Chapter 1236
Chapter 1236:
“This is maddeningly vague,” I murmured, frustration and unease threading through my words. “The werewolf cemetery is immense. We can’t possibly comb every corner.”
As I turned the brittle pages, my gaze caught on a single line that made my breath catch.
“Only the blood of the white wolves’ Saint can awaken the sacred artifact?” I read aloud, my eyes narrowing as a wave of surprise and trepidation washed over me.
The realization settled heavily; I was the key to locating the artifact and unlocking its power.
This could be our only path forward, but the werewolf cemetery brimmed with unseen dangers, demanding meticulous preparation.
I lifted my gaze to Bryan and the others, my voice steady despite the weight of the discovery. “The text is clear—my blood is needed to awaken the artifact. It is our only lead.”
Bryan nodded, his expression resolute. “It’s a vital clue, but the cemetery is a perilous place. We must tread carefully. Thankfully, while the outskirts of Marehelm have been breached, its heart remains secure, and the king has yet to break through. We still have time to plan.”
I nodded at Bryan’s counsel, but my eyes wandered unbidden to Dominic. From the moment I had stepped into the conference hall, he had been a silent specter, his face a mask of cool detachment.
The memory of our heated exchange the previous day washed over me, stirring a pang of resignation. I knew all too well that Dominic’s heart still simmered with resentment over Alden.
Once the discussion concluded and Bryan and Clayton had departed, I steadied myself with a deep breath and approached Dominic, my voice gentle yet resolute. “Dominic, can we talk? Truly talk?”
Dominic regarded me with a distant gaze, his eyes glinting with a trace of frost and reserve.
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After a pause that seemed to stretch into eternity, he gave a curt nod.
We had scarcely reached the doorway, our conversation yet to begin, when a servant hastened toward us, his face alight with relief.
“Miss Dunn!” he exclaimed, breathless with excitement. “Mr. Cloud has awakened!”
The second I heard Alden had woken up, a wave of emotion crashed over me—relief so sharp it brought tears to my eyes. For a moment, all I could do was stand there, heart thundering, before I turned to Dominic.
“We’ll talk later—when there’s time.”
Right now, nothing else mattered. My mind was completely consumed with Alden—his safety, his condition, the fact that he was alive.
I was just about to rush off when Dominic’s hand shot out, clamping around my wrist—hard.
The grip sent a jolt of pain up my arm.
His face darkened, eyes blazing with a storm I didn’t have the energy to weather.
“Do you care about Alden that much?” he asked, his voice like ice cracking under pressure.
I blinked at him, stunned by his timing, his tone, his jealousy. My heart was a battlefield of emotions, but at that moment, concern for Alden drowned out everything else.
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