The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 50

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 50: The Brass Key**

**Thora’s POV:**

Marlon stood before me, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his eyes radiating warmth and affection. Yet, beneath that tender exterior lay an undeniable firmness in his voice. “Thora, you must remember this: you are not like everyone else. Even if your wolf spirit remains dormant for now, do not underestimate your worth.”

His words struck a chord deep within me, resonating with a truth I had yet to fully grasp. Suddenly, he took hold of my hand, his grip filled with a sudden surge of enthusiasm. “You were born unique, destined for greatness. You are my granddaughter, and I have no doubt that you will emerge as one of the strongest beings on Blue Star…”

But just as he finished speaking, a violent fit of coughing seized him, interrupting his declaration.

“Grandpa.” I stepped closer, my heart racing with concern as I gently patted his back, secretly channeling my abilities to sift through the turbulent chaos of his wolf power, desperately trying to stabilize it.

Yet, Marlon’s grip remained tight around my hand, his eyes searching mine. “Do you recall what I shared with you long ago?” His voice trembled as another bout of coughing erupted from him.

Why did he possess such unwavering faith that the original Thora—the unawakened mixed-blood in this body—could rise to become one of the strongest on Blue Star? The logic eluded me, yet I found myself nodding, compelled by his conviction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Marlon regained his breath. With shaky hands, he retrieved a small wooden box from his pocket, its size reminiscent of a finger, and placed it delicately into my palm.

“This is yours now. Guard it with all your might.”

He offered no further explanation, leaving me with a whirlwind of questions swirling in my mind.

I stared at the box, its smooth surface cool against my skin, and tucked it away carefully.

Once our conversation concluded and the banquet had reached its end, Darius bid me farewell and escorted Marlon back to the hospital, leaving me in a swirl of thoughts.

Felix and I made our way home, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.

Upon entering my room, I could hardly contain my curiosity. I wasted no time in opening the box Marlon had entrusted to me.

Inside lay a brass key, its surface etched with a faint pattern resembling a wolf’s head. It felt cool against my fingers, a tangible connection to something significant.

What was the purpose of this key? Why had Marlon chosen to give it to me specifically?

Was it simply because I was his chosen heir, or was there more to this than met the eye?

A torrent of questions flooded my mind, but I resolved not to dwell on them. Whatever the key’s significance, I would uncover its secrets in due time.

Since the banquet had concluded, the atmosphere in the Greens had been thick with an uncomfortable tension.

Hazel often cried in her room, her sobs echoing through the halls, while the sharp, cutting remarks of Laurel occasionally pierced the silence.

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