Chapter 175

Betrayed by Blood

The outskirts of the pack were quiet. The air was thick with damp leaves and the faint scent of herbs.

Avery stood with Lydia and Emma before the small, worn out cottage, its wooden walls warped with age and its roof slightly sagging.

Lydia let out a slow breath, arms crossed. "Are we sure this is it?" she asked, eyeing the house warily. "It's been years since Hugh banished her. She could be dead."

Emma shook her head. "No. She's here." She ran a hand over the doorframe. "Someone still delivers fresh fruit to her every Friday noon."