Chapter 592 The Silver Oath and the Silver Bullet

After meeting with Darren and settling the bonding date, Tessa threw herself back into campus life..

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Lecture halls filled with anatomical diagrams and microscopes became a quict refuge–a place where, for a moment, she could shed the burdens she’d been carrying.

Meanwhile, the new antiviral drug–after successful clinical trials–began rolling out across Montedra. Infected werewolves gradually received treatment, their fading strength returning bit by bit. The choking fear that had once haunted the streets began to lift, replaced by whispers of hope.

But the political climate told a different story. Relations between Montedra and Yalvaria had hit rock bottom.

Stephen’s arrest still sent ripples through both nations. Border tensions escalated by the day, a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Michael took the opportunity to relocate the core division of the International Werewolf Medical Association to Montedra’s capital, Navoris..

While Landon spent his days navigating high–stakes diplomacy with the Montedra Council, he had another priority taking up his heart–preparing for the “Claiming” ceremony.

In werewolf tradition, the Claiming was a vital prelude to bonding. It was the public declaration: She is my fate mate.

to a formal human proposal. Before witnesses–tribal elders and key members of the pack–the Alpha would offer a gift marked with his own scent. In turn, he would accept her presence into his marked territory, formally welcoming her into his.

a shard of his own wolf fang–an intimate promise that only an Alpha could give, symbolizing the sharing of

its forging, and made sure the Nightshade Pack sanctuary was perfectly prepared. It had witnessed generations of Alpha Claimings–and it was where Tessa had

rebuild of the werewolf medical network

Montedra and Yalvaria at odds, nearly all Yalvarian resources were locked away. Equipment, lab data, medical archives–everything had to be rebuilt from the ground up. Even

Samuel said, unrolling a blueprint on the desk. “Spacious, far from the political chaos

invitations one by one. Not many Yalvarian elites are coming,

into

rolled his shoulder with a wince, half–laughing. “Once we’re up and running, I’m taking a

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first, your Claiming ceremony–I’m giving you the most

seen.”

on finishing your antibody research first.

was past midnight by

the edges of

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