Chapter 25

Wren's POV

By the time I returned to the Grimjaw Pack manor, the night had fallen completely. The courtyard was quiet under the cloak of darkness, the scent of roasted meat and pine smoke drifting faintly through the wind.

Nell was already standing outside the front gate, her wrinkled hands anxiously wringing the hem of her apron. The moment she saw me limping toward her, her tense shoulders sagge