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 ce where, for a moment, she could shed the burdens she’d been carrying.

    Meanwhile, the new antiviral drug–after sessful 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, reced by whispers of hope.

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

    Stephen’s arrest still sent ripples through both nations. Border tensions escted 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 “iming” ceremony.

    In werewolf tradition, the iming was a vital prelude to bonding. It was the public deration: iShe /iiis /iimy /iifate /iimate. /i

    Unlike the soul–binding ritual of the actual bonding, the iming was closer 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 ept her presence into his marked territory, formally weing her into his. domain.

    Landon had chosen a ring of shadowed silver, the surface etched with fine, dark patterns. Embedded in its face was a shard of his own wolf fang–an intimate promise that only an Alpha could give, symbolizing the sharing of his strength and protection.

    He personally oversaw its forging, and made sure the Nightshade Pack sanctuary was perfectly prepared. It had witnessed generations of Alpha imings–and it was where Tessa hadpleted hering–of–age ceremony. The significance wasn’t lost on him.

    Tessa, meanwhile, was buried in the rebuild of the werewolf medicalwork alongside Samuel.

    With Montedra and Yalvaria at odds, nearly all Yalvarian resources were locked away. Equipment,b data, medical archives–everything had to be rebuilt from the ground up. Even the personnel were divided: some loyal to Michael followed him to Montedra, others remained behind and formed a rival faction.

    “Navoris‘ new location is set in Queen’s Quarter,” Samuel said, unrolling a blueprint on the desk. “Spacious, far from the political chaos downtown. The only headache is the medical equipment–we have to route imports through overseas. Yalvaria’s mping down too hard.”

    Tessa nodded, flipping through a stack of recruitment files. “Mr. Michaelpiled a list of top werewolf medics around the world. We’ll start sending invitations one by one. Not many Yalvarian elites areing, but a few of his old contacts overseas already wrote back. They’re willing to help.”

    The two of them workedte into the night from their makeshift office.

    Samuel rolled his shoulder with a wince, halfughing. “Once we’re up and running, I’m taking a long

    Chapter 592 The Silver Oath and the Silver Bullet

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    break. But first, your iming ceremony–I’m giving you the most epic opening performance you’ve bever /b

    seenb.” /b

    Tessa chuckled. “Focus on finishing your antibody research first. Don’t pass out on me again.”

    It bwas /bpast midnight by the time they stepped out.

    Thete autumn wind nipped at the edges of the city. Samuel walked beside her, coat pulled tighter.

    b“/bWait here. I’ll go get the car and drive you back,” he said. “It’s toote for you to be out here alone.”

    “No need. Landon’s on his way.” Tessa checked her phone. “We nned this.”

    “Alright then.” Samuel raised an eyebrow. “I’ll head out before I turn into a third wheel.” He gave her a wave and headed toward the parking lot. “Call me if anything happens.”

    She watched his car disappear down the street, then turned to dial Landon–only for her phone to ring first.

    “You done?” Landon’s voice came through the speaker, low and steady, a faint hum of his engine in the background. “I’ll be there in ten. Wait inside–it’s cold out.”

    “Got it.” Tessa stepped under the eaves of the temporary office. “Drive safe, no need to rush. And hang up- don’t talk and drive.”

    “It’s fine, I’m on Bluetooth,” he said with a quietugh.

    She was just about to respond when her instincts red.

    Without thinking, she threw her weight to the side-

    A silver bullet ripped past her cheek, mming into the wall behind her in a puff of smoke and dust.

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