Chapter 251

Gasps of disbelief filled the air. The people were shocked and excited. They found it hard to believe that their King's sister—someone who they'd all given up on—would take her mortal form again after all these years.

Murmurs rose in the crowd, bits and pieces of them could be heard audibly.

"Did you see that—" A voice said.

"What just happened!?" Another added.

"She took her mortal form again...!"

"Bless the Lord!"

"May the deities be praised...!"

"Did you see that too?"

"...thought it'll never happen for her."

"It's been eighteen years."

Wolfaraine Daminor Throne stood frozen. He glanced down at the small, pale, feminine hand in his larger one. His eyes trailed from her hand to her arm, up to her shoulder, her neck, and her teary face. His throat constricted at the sight in front of him.

She was more beautiful than the distorted image his mind had desperately held onto all these years. His sister was ten the last time he saw her face. His eyes watered as he gazed into eyes as blue