"What are you thinking? Can't you come up with a plan?" I had remained silent for a while. Her impatience finally got the best of her, and she frowned as she asked. "No, no, it's not that." I quickly looked up and shook my head. Then, carefully leaning closer to Wendy, I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Listen, isn't Starplay Entertainment holding the launch event for The Call of the Wild in a few days? That could be our chance." "Are you sure?" Wendy looked at me, clearly skeptical. I nodded firmly, showing my determination. Only then did Wendy smile, seemingly satisfied. "Alright, I'll be waiting for your good news." Rosaline's POV: That night, I rushed to the hospital to check on Timothy. Yura was just about to leave when I walked in, and she visibly froze for a second when she saw me. "Yura," I greeted her before turning my attention to Timothy, lying on the hospital bed. "How's your leg? Are you feeling better?" To my surprise, Timothy gave no response, as if he hadn't even heard me. He just turned to stare out the window. Even Yura stood quietly by the window, eyes downcast. Something felt off. I glanced at Yura and asked, "What's going on? Did something happen?" Yura finally looked up at me, forcing a smile as she gently tugged on my sleeve. "It's nothing. Let's talk outside. We shouldn't disturb Timothy while he's resting." Her smile was forced—I could tell. But I didn't press her on it. Instead, I followed her out of the hospital doors. Once outside, I noticed Yura's distant, dazed expression. Unable to hold back any longer, I caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. "Yura, something's wrong. Back in the hospital room, both you and Timothy were acting strange. Tell me—what happened?" "I swore an oath to the Moon Goddess and severed my fated mate bond with him," Yura finally admitted. Her facade faltered, and she finally lost control, her voice shaky. "What?" I was stunned. "But you would rather not break up with Timothy. Why would you suddenly—" Yura shook her head and sniffled, trying to keep her emotions in check. Then, she met my eyes and told me everything—how she had been drinking with Ryan at a bar and how one thing led to another, ending with them in a hotel room for a one-night stand. "What?! You and Ryan—" I couldn't even finish the sentence. The shock struck me forcefully. Of all the things that could've happened, I never imagined Yura would end up in a situation straight out of a soap opera. "I don't even know how it happened," Yura murmured, her eyes rimmed with red, and shook her head. I asked worriedly, "What's on your mind? It was just an accident—" "No," Yura cut me off, shaking her head firmly. "I broke the Moon Goddess' blessing by being with another werewolf before severing my mate bond. Rosaline, I love Timothy dearly. My heart belongs to him alone, but I still ended up in Ryan's bed. How can I even begin to explain this to Timothy? He'll never accept it." She inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady herself. "So I'll respect his choice. I've already severed the bond. As long as he recovers, I won't see him again. When he's better, I'll leave and return to Fostrau to start over. As for everything that happened here ... " She dropped her gaze and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "I'll treat it like a dream. One that never really happened." My heart ached for her. I knew how much pain she was in, even if she was trying to act strong. Gently, I placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke firmly. "Yura, no matter what happens, no matter what decision you make, I'll always stand by you." She nodded and gave a small, forced smile. "That means a lot, Rosaline. I feel much better. I should go now—you should head home too." I watched as she walked away, her back straight, as if she wasn't hurting at all. I sighed. But I knew the truth. Breaking the mate bond with Timothy, she must be hurting more than anyone could imagine. Ryan's POV: I stared at my phone screen, my frown deepening as the call was never picked up. It had been an entire day and night, and Yura still hadn't answered my calls. Sometimes, it went straight to voicemail; other times, it rang and rang, but no one picked up. Even when I went to the hotel to find her, she refused to see me. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I needed to talk to Yura—I had to—but I was out of options.After weighing my options, I decided to ask Rosaline for help. Rosie and Yu were close friends. If anyone knew where she was, it would be her. Twenty minutes later, I knocked on Rosaline's door. "Who is it?" She called out before opening the door. The moment she saw me standing there, her expression darkened, and the warmth vanished from her face. She turned away and said coolly, "Why are you here?" I pushed my way inside, desperation clear in my voice. "Rosie, do you know where Yura is? She hasn't answered any of my calls. I just want to talk to her, but I can't reach her." Rosaline frowned and questioned, "Talk? What exactly do you expect her to say to you?" She sighed, then added sharply, "Ryan, you're an adult. You're even a public figure. How could you be so reckless? Yes, Yura was drunk that night, but that doesn't mean you should have gone along with it. And now ... " She hesitated, exhaling heavily before continuing, "You knew she and Timothy were fated mates. You knew how much she loved him. And yet, you still—and now she feels like she betrayed Timothy. She's barely holding herself together, Ryan. Do you really think she has the energy to deal with you right now? I'm telling you—leave her alone." I stood there, stunned. My throat went dry, and when I finally spoke, my voice wavered. "Rosie, you knew what happened between us?"