Chapter 41 Something That Shouldn’t Exist
Evra’s POV
Magnus and Lorian had left a while ago, but the silence they left behind… somehow felt heavier than their presence.
Maybe because I was starting to get used to them.
Or maybe because I didn’t like feeling alone.
I didn’t think too much about it. My feet moved first, stepping out of the office without any real destination.
The hallway outside felt much wider. The air lighter. No sharp gaze from Magnus, no quiet analysis from Lorian. Just the soft echo of my own footsteps against the marble floor.
I walked without a clear direction, just following the open paths ahead. Passing closed doors, a few guards who only glanced briefly before returning to their stillness, until eventually the corridor led me to a much larger, more crowded open area.
I stopped.
In front of me, a massive space stretched out like the center of the entire building. An open multi-level floor, with high railings that allowed anyone to look straight down below.
Only now did I realize… this was like the main hub of activity.
From where I stood, I could clearly see the lower floor. People moving in and out nonstop. Some standing at long desks, talking to employees busy checking documents. Others sitting, waiting their turn while holding files.
Magnus’s supernatural banking empire.
And for the first time… I was actually seeing how this place worked.
I stepped closer to the railing, resting my hands on it, watching the movement below.
Wolves from different packs. I could feel it from their aura. Not all of them were from Rivenhall.
Some looked restless. Some overly confident. And some… clearly came with intentions that weren’t simple.
I watched without really thinking. Until suddenly, my gaze stopped. My focus locked onto a figure in the crowd. Not striking. Not drawing attention. But…
Too familiar to ignore.
My heart started pounding faster.
No way.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to be sure. The figure was walking toward the exit, slightly hunched, as if trying not to attract attention.
But I knew that face. I couldn’t be wrong.
Before I realized it, my body had already moved. I turned quickly, almost bumping into someone passing by, then headed straight for the stairs without thinking.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, even though I didn’t really wait for their response.
My steps were fast. But somehow… the stairs felt longer than usual.
I didn’t care. I had to make sure.
The moment I reached the lower floor, I immediately scanned the area. The crowd was denser here. Voices mixed with the sound of papers, footsteps, and short instructions from busy bank employees filled my ears.
I moved through them. Searching every corner, every gap between passing bodies. And then… I saw him again.
He was almost at the exit.
“Uncle!”
My voice came out faster than I expected. He stopped. Slowly, he turned around.
And when his face fully met mine… there was no doubt.
It was him. My uncle from my father’s side.
The last person I saw years ago in Eldergrove Pack—my birthplace.
His eyes widened. Just as shocked as I was.
“Evra?”
I stopped a few steps in front of him, my breathing still slightly uneven.
“Uncle…” I repeated softly.
For a few seconds, we just stared at each other. As if making sure this wasn’t some kind of mistake.
He moved first. Stepping closer, still wearing that disbelieving expression.
“You… what are you doing here?” he asked, confused.
I didn’t answer right away. Instinct. There was no way I could tell him I was Magnus’s captive. And I definitely couldn’t tell him I had been bought by that powerful man.
“I… have some business,” I replied shortly.
He looked at me longer, as if trying to read something from my answer. But then he just gave a small nod.
“Rivenhall Dominion isn’t exactly a place for ‘business’ like that,” he muttered.
I gave a slight shrug. “Feels like I could say the same thing about you.”
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
“You still have that edge,” he said.
I smiled back. “Where do you live now?”
“Somewhere… not exactly decent, but not far from our homeland.”
“Are you working?”
He let out a quiet breath. “You could say that.”
“As what?”
He hesitated for a split second. Then answered, “A liaison. For some small transactions.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly. That answer was too vague—just like I remembered.
He had always been like this. Never really lying… but never saying everything clearly either.
“Your father… never told me you were still alive,” he added suddenly. I knew he was changing the subject.
“Same goes the other way,” I replied.
Honestly… that wasn’t a topic I wanted to discuss here. And he seemed to realize that.
“This isn’t the place for us to talk,” he said finally. “Too many ears that might be listening.”
I glanced around.
He was right.
People kept moving. No one was really paying attention to us… but that didn’t mean it was safe.
“Got somewhere else in mind?” I asked.
He nodded. “The city park.”
I hesitated. Just for a moment. Because part of me knew… I shouldn’t leave without Magnus knowing. But another part—the part that had lived too long with half-answers—didn’t want to miss this.
He was family. The only one left who might know who I really was… even if I had to find out without telling him everything.
“Alright,” I said finally.
He turned without waiting. I followed him.
We walked out of the massive building, past the guarded main doors, into the colder air outside.
He kept walking, moving away from the center of Rivenhall Dominion. And I kept following behind him.
Without realizing it… I had already crossed a boundary I wasn’t supposed to.
And as the massive building slowly faded behind me… I realized one thing.
I had stepped out of Magnus’s protection.
"What if Magnus finds out I left without him knowing? Will he kill me?"
I could only mutter to myself as I kept walking behind my uncle, hoping that whatever I needed to deal with him would be over before Magnus realized it.