The next morning dawned heavy with an air of expectation. After the events of the previous days, the Storm family found itself on edge. Bella had hardly slept, the whispers from her dreams growing louder and more persistent, leaving her emotionally and physically drained. Asher stood by her side, a pillar of unwavering support, though worry was etched deeply into his features.
By mid-morning, the sound of an approaching car echoed through the estate. Henry, flanked by a small team of King Markus’s royal warriors, stepped out of the vehicle.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Henry made his way to Bella’s room, accompanied by Asher, Luna Lora, Alpha Azriel, Bella’s parents and a few trusted guards. Bella, sitting in an armchair by the window, looked up with tired eyes as Henry ente
