Chapter 1274

Chapter 1274:

For years, Leonardo had dispatched countless men to hunt for the sacred artifact, even slaughtering other factions of the werewolf royal family in his quest, yet the legendary artifact had eluded him.

“And now,” I continued, my tone heavy with portent, “the sacred artifact has chosen Makenna as its master. She commands its power effortlessly.”

Leonardo whispered, his fingers tracing the wolf-head carving on his throne’s armrest, as if seeking solace in its familiar contours. “How could the artifact choose her…”

I seized the chance to stoke his fear. “The sacred artifact’s might in Makenna’s grasp is nothing short of astonishing. I fear…”

I trailed off deliberately, savoring the deepening shadow of distress on Leonardo’s face.

A heavy silence blanketed the room, pierced only by the ragged rhythm of Leonardo’s breaths.

The corners of my lips twitched upward in a subtle, secretive smile as I relished the thought of Leonardo’s mounting anger and dread—and, with any luck, his resolve to hunt down that wretched Makenna for me.

“Your Majesty,” I said, concealing the agony pulsing through my wounded right shoulder, “Makenna and Dominic are both in the werewolf mountains as we speak, both grievously wounded. And Bryan is there too.”

Leonardo’s clouded eyes sparked with sudden fire. He slammed his fist against the table, the throne’s armrest groaning under his grip. “A golden opportunity! A divine gift! Muster the troops—we march to the werewolf mountains at once!”

Watching Leonardo bark orders in a frenzy, I permitted myself a cold, inward smirk.

Let them tear each other to shreds. Victory or defeat—it would cost me nothing. A sudden, searing jolt shot through my shoulder, and my vision swam. Only then did I realize the blood I had lost was taking its toll.

“Mr. Harrison!”

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The frantic cries of my guards echoed faintly as darkness swallowed me whole. When consciousness returned, the familiar scent of healing herbs filled my nostrils.

I blinked slowly, finding myself stretched out on a bed in the Wizard Clan’s hospital.

Attempting to rise, a white-hot stab in my shoulder forced me back against the pillow.

I drew a sharp breath, cold sweat prickling my brow.

Soft footsteps approached from beyond the door.

Jett’s insufferable face appeared in the doorway; he leaned against the frame with a smirk dripping with derision. “Well, Antoni, crawling back in disgrace once more?”

I shot him a withering glare, fury flaring in my chest. “Get out!”

Jett, unfazed, sauntered to my bedside with leisurely arrogance. “Heard you got outwitted by a woman again?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Jett, you’d do well to worry about Makenna’s safety instead.”

As I anticipated, Makenna’s name sparked a flicker of unease in Jett’s eyes. Affecting a casual air, Jett arched an eyebrow. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Pleased with his unease, I spoke slowly, each word measured for effect. “Leonardo himself has marched his forces to crush her. By now, I suspect…” I lingered on the pause, relishing the fracture in Jett’s composure. “Leonardo may well have triumphed.”

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