Chapter 481
Chapter 481:
“In your opinion, what’s more important—Makenna, or the throne?” he asked, his voice low, but the question landed like a stone in a still pond.
Bryan and I froze, the atmosphere suddenly thick and suffocating, as though the very air had turned to lead. But soon, I looked directly into Dominic’s eyes without flinching and responded decisively, “In my eyes, Makenna is more important. Without her, I would rather give up the throne.”
Bryan spoke slowly, with a determination that surprised me. “She and the throne are equally important to me, but if it means sacrificing her life, then I would rather give up the throne.”
Hearing this, Dominic exhaled deeply, as though a weight had been lifted. “I’ve suspected for a while that Makenna… might be a white wolf.”
His words fell like a hammer in the silence that followed. The room was so still you could hear a pin drop.
I blinked, disbelief flooding me as I growled, “That’s impossible!”
“I didn’t believe it at first either,” Dominic replied, his expression as serious as I’d ever seen. Then he recounted the events, and with each word, my heartbeat quickened with shock. “During the hunting test, a brown bear attacked her, and she was gravely injured, yet somehow she managed to heal on her own. Not only that, she, Alice, and Evie killed the lion—a beast so fearsome that even a Lycan warrior would struggle, and yet the three of them managed it without a scratch.”
Dominic asked us, his tone slowing, “Haven’t you ever suspected anything with all these incidents?”
How was it feasible for this to happen? I found it utterly absurd. “This is too unbelievable…”
Bryan’s brows furrowed, his voice barely more than a murmur. “But if Makenna really is from the white wolf clan, why is she so weak? She nearly died.”
Dominic looked equally perplexed by Bryan’s point. “That’s why I said it’s only speculation.”
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I fell silent, piecing together Makenna’s recent behavior, and a thought struck me. “We should ask her directly. I think she knows more than she’s letting on.”
After a brief exchange, we agreed to confront her. The three of us hurried toward the room where Makenna was resting, our footsteps quickening with purpose.
But when we arrived, we were met with an empty room.
“What’s going on?” I muttered in disbelief, glancing around. “Where’s Makenna?”
“She’s run away,” Dominic said, eerily calm.
Panic began to set in as we scattered, searching the room desperately. Suddenly, Bryan’s voice boomed from the bathroom, laced with fury. “She went out through the window! Damn it!”
I slapped my forehead, cursing my own negligence. “I completely forgot to lock the bathroom window.”
“Let’s move!” Dominic, normally the picture of composure, was nearly frantic as he ordered us to start searching.
We quickly sent out our most trusted aides to scour the area quietly and headed straight for her residence, knowing full well that despite the size of the palace, there was only one place she would likely go—home.
It was late, nearly midnight by now, when we arrived at Makenna’s residence. The house was shrouded in darkness, not a single light inside. I frowned. “Is it possible she hasn’t made it back yet? If not here, then where?”
With no other leads, we decided to investigate further. After checking the first floor and finding nothing, we moved cautiously up the stairs, determined to find her.
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