Malrik’s POV
"I never imagined the day would come when I would be the one to unveil her secret."
Ysolde’s voice trembled with sorrow, each word dragging as though it cut her to release. "But I know she is in safer hands now. And my time… my time is numbered."
She let out a long, weary sigh before meeting my eyes with a quiet resignation that pierced deeper than words. "So I will pass it on to you."
For a heartbeat, silence wrapped around us, heavy and unyielding, before she went on her voice hushed, as though the truth itself was too fragile to bear the weight of sound.
"My friend entrusted her to a desperate couple who lived in the West," she whispered, swallowing hard. "They had come all the way to the southern border, begging for adoption rights, but the regional Alpha denied them.
