I knew he meant well, but back then I refused without a second thought. I couldn't bear to let go of Sylvia Nightfang, couldn't bear to leave this den still saturated with his scent. I had already resolved to守 keep vigil for him for the rest of my life.
But now I realized that from the very beginning, his closeness had been a lie. These five years, seemingly warm and tender, had held not a shred of sincerity. Every moment had been a carefully constructed deception.
I had no reason to stay any longer.
Old Master Magnus knew nothing of the truth behind it all. When he saw me finally relent, relief washed over his aged face. He hurried to help me to my feet, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Hazel, you've finally come around. You're a good pup. Grandfather has always cared for you. He's gone, but those of us still living have to carry on."
He paused, then let out a long sigh. "I'll have half the Nightfang Pack's holdings transferred to your name. It will be more than enough for you to live comfortably. Child, leave this place. Don't come back. Forget Sylvia, and live well."
My eyes burned. I held it in for a long time before I managed to keep the tears from falling.