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Emily’s POV “Yes,” I said, still trying to make sense of the strange taste lingering stubbornly on my tongue.“Really? I didn't notice that. Let me check.”I hesitated, then handed her the bottle.But before she could even check it, a branch snapped somewhere deeper in the forest.The sound cut through the moment instantly.Reality of where we were snapped back.“We're still in a hunting zone.” Scarlett shifted slightly, wincing but steadying herself regardless.“I can still move,” she added before I could even bring up her arm. “Don’t worry about the injury. We finish the hunt first… then we worry about victory scars.”“No. You need to…”Another rustle from the trees made my words die halfway out of my mouth. Something heavy moved through the undergrowth. Then a deep, dangerous grunt followed.I stiffened instantly.“Scarlett…” I called slowly, my eyes sweeping the shadows between the trees. “Did you hear that?”Her face drained so fast my stomach tightened.One second she looked a

Malric’s POV Two wolves rushed toward us, a body slung over one of their shoulders.“My lord… we found her barely alive,” one of them blurted, breathless.They lowered the maid onto the ground with urgency.Her breathing was shallow and uneven.Barely there.“She followed Raphael, my lord,” one of the wolves added quickly.I didn’t respond immediately.Instead, I lowered Sharina onto the broad tree stump nearby and crouched beside the maid.For a moment, I simply assessed her.Using two fingers, I forced one of her eyes open.Clouded.Almost white.Fear sat trapped inside it.“Can you hear me?” I asked.Her hands twitched weakly in response.“What happened?” I demanded. “Where’s Raphael?”She didn’t answer.Not because she couldn’t.Her body was failing, yes… but that wasn’t what held her tongue.She looked terrified of something… or someone.That alone put me on alert.I released a measured pulse of Lycan command.“Talk. Now.”Her mouth opened at once…But blood spilled out instead.

Malric’s POV A mindlink surged in urgency.“My king…” A royal wolf from Emily’s team. “There's a problem… we… “My control snapped at once.“Do you intend to lose your tongue?” I blasted through the link.“The maid… Emily… she entered the… the…”The hesitation struck something violent inside me.“WHERE?” My voice thundered out with command that shook even the air around me."Forbidden territory."Cold dread speared through my chest.This wasn’t happening…No one had ever entered forbidden territory and walked back out. Not even Lycans without consequences.I cut the mindlink before another useless syllable could reach me.Then I moved.I bolted out of the tent… Straight toward the northern hunting zone.The entire forest assaulted my senses at once…everything except scent, since I no longer had that advantage. But I filtered through the chaos brutally, discarding everything that didn't matter.The night air lashed against my face as I ran.Too slow.Too damn slow.I shifted mid-run,

Lucien’s POVThe maid looked terrified the moment I stepped closer.I didn’t need her fear confirmed. I could already smell it thick in the air.My gaze locked onto her, sharp and unforgiving.“I hate repeating myself,” I warned quietly.She flinched.“I… I…” Her voice broke before she could form a proper sentence.“Prince Lucien, this is…” Sharina started quickly.I cut her off without even looking at her.“I didn’t ask you, Sharina.”My tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.The warning in it was enough. She stopped immediately.Good choice.My attention returned to the maid.“I see,” I drawled. “The bleeding hand isn’t enough. You want me to tear it clean off instead?”“No…no, please…” she rushed out, shaking violently.“My patience is thinning.” I raised my hand, bending my fingers one by one as I counted. “Five… four… three…”“I simply said that… I did what Ms. Sharina told me.”My eyes narrowed slightly. “And what exactly did she tell you?”She hesitated.Her throat bobbed as s

Irene’s POV I couldn’t hide my anger at the way the Lycan Prince had kept me here with one of the most annoying tasks ever.He simply knew I'd never been in any situation fit to know how to do anything with records. I'd never been trained in that line.Still, I didn’t want to appear useless to him like with the embroidery work he gave me. Worse, I wasn’t even halfway through that one, and I still had to deliver it to him.I sneered, remembering he wanted to give it to one of his sophisticated she-wolves.“Of course,” I muttered to myself.I would never fit into his world.I rolled my eyes a bit even though no one was watching.I twisted the custom fountain pen he’d told me to work with between my fingers, quietly admiring the craftsmanship. The nickname “P. Luc” was inscribed along the side.The Lycan Prince was far more modern than the king. He cared less about the suffocating old palace traditions, even down to the way he dressed.Still… some old-fashioned traits refused to leave h