Sylvia's POV:

When we returned to our living quarters, I didn't get a wink of sleep. Rufus however, soon drifted into dreamland. His face was lined with exhaustion. Too many incidents had taken place in the past few days, and he probably hadn't got a chance to rest properly.

I kissed his forehead lovingly and muttered his name, but he didn't stir.

He changed his position, but continued sleeping.

It looked like he was in a deep sleep.

I carefully unwrapped his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of bed to sit in the living room.

Dawn had already arrived. In three or four hours, Leonard would be buried.

the pendant on my neck, while Noreen's

my loved ones were destined to leave me. I was the reason for Rufus' curse on his

considered this, I couldn't draw in a full breath. I slumped

I do? Who could

couldn't accept that Rufus would also

don't listen to Noreen's nonsense. There must be another way out of this. You are still pregnant. You need to be more positive. I think Noreen has done

long black card in my hand, which was engraved with golden runes. Noreen had thrust it into my hand before she left. She had also told me that if I ever needed

to wake up and go to the funeral with

"Wait!"

veil on my head, and said, "Remember to always stay by

only a short distance from our living quarters. Numerous ministers and aristocrats had gathered. Everyone was dressed in black, and their faces were solemn and grim. Leonard's death was undoubtedly one of the greatest losses of the werewolf empire. The death of the God of

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