Chapter 39

Rowan

I parked the car outside the building where the pack's elders were.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I slipped my hands into my pockets and walked to the entrance. I looked at the three-story building with the white façade, on the patio, an old woman was swinging carefully while moving her hands quickly, only when I was closer, I realized that she had two irons in her hand and was knitting.

I stopped at the top of the stairs and watched her in silence, her white hair was tied in a bun behind the nuta, and her eyes were on her shirt as she moved her hands quickly.

" It's never good when you're so quiet, Alpha," said the woman without looking up, "Even though you've always been the quieter of the two. Your brother instead... He had the spirits of the gods in his body, he ran from side to side like a madman making you chase him everywhere," said the old Clio.

The old Clio was an important figure in our community.

She had been one of the abused women in an old pack