Chapter 125

Corin's p.o.v

The whispers and glares we were receiving while walking into the pack house were noticeable. We were intruders to them after all, even though we knew Sloane.

"Where is your room?" Ronan asked Maeve softly.

"Over here." She answered then picked up her pace as we followed behind.

"Here." She pointed at a large door happily then touched the handle to pull it open when it opened on