Chapter 110

• Ronan Duskcliff stood silently, his face calm yet unreadable—neither fully convinced nor skeptical of the accusations made by Alpha Alaric and Luna Zara. His eyes lowered slightly, as if deep in thought, and he said nothing.
• Suddenly, a dry, raspy laugh shattered the heavy silence, echoing down the dim corridor like the howl of a wounded wolf.
• Alpha Alaric, Luna Zara, and Ronan all turned instinctively. Pushed forward by a nurse was Ronan’s sister Tessa, her frail figure seated in a wheelchair.