Chapter 169

　　Fern's Perspective 　　At midnight, moonlight from the forest spilled over my bed through a gap in the curtains. The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the ancient clock on the wall. I rolled over, trying to fall asleep, but the events of last night kept replaying in my mind. 　　Suddenly, there was a faint rattle from the balcony. My senses sharpened, and I turned to the window. The window door was soon pushed open gently, and a tall figure appeared. 　　It was Oliver, his deep eyes glinting in the dim light. 　　"Still awake?" His voice was low, tinged with concern. 　　"I couldn't sleep," I replied softly, sitting up. Internally, I felt a vague unease. "How did you get here? Aren't there any guards outside?" 　　"I avoided them," Oliver said casually. 　　I frowned, sensing that something was amiss. With all that had happened to the pack recently, it made sense that the patrols would be stricter. 　　"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, noticing my frown and the silence. 　　I shook my head,