Loyalty Or Truth

The dimly lit corridor echoed with the rhythmic sound of footsteps as the guard paced back and forth, his mind consumed by a troubling discovery. He had stumbled upon a portrait hanging on the wall—a striking image of a young woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to the missing girl, Liliana. His heart quickened, and a mix of apprehension and determination coursed through his veins.

As he stared at the portrait, its brushstrokes capturing Liliana's features with an almost haunting precision, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had stumbled upon a crucial piece of the puzzle. The guarded whispers and hushed rumors circulating within the palace suddenly took on a new significance. A surge of empathy for the missing girl surged within him, fueled by a sense of duty and justice.

"Something isn't right," the guard muttered to himself, his eyes darting across the portrait as if seeking answers within the painted canvas. "Liliana... the Lycan King's mate."

He knew he had to act, to bring