Chapter 238

Elodie's POV

The southern marsh was not exactly the romantic getaway Kiernan had promised when we first started dating.

It was cold, damp, and smelled vaguely like a wet dog that had rolled in ancient cabbage.

"Remind me again why the 'sacred energy' of the pack chooses to hang out in a swamp?" I asked. I was trying to pull my boot out of a particularly stubborn patch of mud. It made a loud shlo