Chapter Three

Minerva gasped, turning in a circle, mindful of her injured foot, as she took in the terrible state of her childhood summer home.

This place was once her haven. Her grandmother had loved having the children stay with her during those long summer days, and Minnie fondly remembered making iced tea with the older she-Wolf.

More memories came racing through her brain as her gaze roamed around the place—sitting on the porch swing with her cousins, watching the sunset after a long day of swimming, eating bowls of moussaka while binge-reading romance novels with Sunny in the tent Granny used to set up for them in the yard.

Her best friend had often been included in their adventures, and all in all, it was a wonderful childhood. How many years had passed since she’d been entrusted with this place? How long since she’d left it to rot?