Chapter 153 The Weight of Regret

Elder Haldor pushed himself up from his heavy wooden chair. The scraping of the legs against the floor was the only sound in the suffocating room. He planted both hands on the table, fixing his gaze squarely on Ophelia.

The she-wolf sitting across from him was a ghost of the girl who used to strut through Obsidian Roar. The entitled daughter of Alpha Edmund and Luna Lenora was dead and gone. What