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"Alpha, they definitely harmed Verak!" Gertrudis started twisting the situation; she was going all in, mask off, against Drakkar and that bitch.

"What the hell are you talking about?! Drakkar! Where is my son?! SAY SOMETHING, DAMN IT!"

"Alpha, no one knows anything, and what she says isn’t true…" Lorenzo stood up to the healer, frowning.

Everyone was ready to defend Lyra and Drakkar.

"They rescued Nana and helped us escape…"

"That can’t be!" the old woman snapped, raising her staff, her face twisted with malice. "You're all just under Drakkar’s spell!"

"Mom…"

Suddenly, Nana's whispering voice broke the tension, and a trembling hand grabbed Gertrudis’s skirt.

"Daughter!" the healer bent down to hug her; she felt Nana’s deep pain.

Her she-wolf tried to reconnect with her little pup, their bond fading but not yet broken.

"Nana…" she looked into her daughter’s vacant eyes—those eyes that just days ago were full of life and dreams for the future.

"They… saved me… Drakkar and Lyra…