Chapter 125

From a distance, the sound of light yet confident footsteps broke the silence of the forest. The scent of damp wood hung in the air, sending chills up my spine. Vincent's hand gripped my shoulder tightly, offering a sense of calm that I needed, but it wasn't enough to quell the growing unease that had crept in ever since I took the Heart of Lycaon. That power still pulsed inside me, writhing like a wild beast waiting for the right moment to unleash itself.

We were near the boundary of Vincent's pack when suddenly, the voice I had been expecting—yet also dreading—echoed among the trees.

"Aimee," the voice was cold and mocking. "So, you finally came."

I froze in place, turning towards the source of the voice. Beneath the shadow of a large tree, Emily stood proudly, a faint smile on her face as if she already knew all the secrets I carried.