The night was restless.Several hours had passed since the shocking incident that sent tremors through both kingdoms.
In the Lycan Kingdom, the atmosphere was thick with anger and confusion, while across the border in the Werewolf Kingdom, anxiety and sorrow mingled with fear. Lady Rose was already calculating in her own way how she could ensure that Celine will never return back to either kingdom. A triumphant smirk played at the corners of her lips, though she quickly masked it with a look of concern.
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In the grand hall of the Lycan palace, King Damian sat with a storm behind his eyes. He had heard the chaotic whispers among his guards, words that spoke of an escape so daring it threatened the fragile balance between his people and those of the Werewolf Kingdom. The air in the hall was heavy, as if the very walls were burdened by the weight of treachery. His knuckles tightened around the armrest as he listened to the reports, his voice cold then he finally spoke.
