Chapter 47 “Are You Sure You Want To Go?”

• Her gaze shifted from Percival to Atticus, who was sitting in his wheelchair near the wall, observing the scene like a caged wolf. His body was rigid, his shoulders hunched as if he were ready to attack or flee at any moment. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his silhouette, accentuating the golden glow in his eyes, the wolf within him close to the surface.
• Serenity took a hesitant step toward Atticus, the soft sound of her boots echoing through the silent room. Each movement felt like a calculated risk, a dangerous gamble. She knew she was treading on unfamiliar ground, where one wrong word could unleash the wrath of the alpha king. Still, her feet continued to move, as if an invisible force was pulling her toward him.
• “Atticus...” Her voice came out softer than she intended, almost a whisper. She stopped a few meters from him. Atticus slowly lifted his eyes, meeting hers with a wild, intense gleam. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck taut like strings about to snap. He was fighting something inside him—a battle Serenity was only beginning to understand.