Chapter 59

"If you could bring him back, would you?" A pang of sorrow echoed in Allianora's voice as she gazed down at her daughter. Her expression softened into a melancholic smile. "If I could... I would have done everything possible to make sure I didn't lose him in the first place." Amelia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I really miss him and I really hate--" "Stop it, Amelia. There are wolves listening. Do not let anyone hear you finish that sentence." Allianora's voice carried a weight of caution, knowing the dangers of unguarded words. As if fate had a cruel sense of timing, Marcus appeared, his presence slicing through the solemn moment. His taunting smile, an emblem of discomfort, materialized on his face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my two favorite she wolves." "What do you want, Marcus?" Allianora's voice held a thread of exhaustion. His tone shifted abruptly, the smirk replaced with an urgent seriousness. "I need to speak with you in private." His gaze lingered pointedly