Chapter 116

Author’s POV

Minnie held up the book, her voice steady despite the terror that had gripped her heart.

“I found this in Alexa’s house, and I traced it here,” she explained, doing her best to keep her tone calm and collected. “I think it might have belonged to Hermit.”

The werewolf eyed her suspiciously for a moment, as though weighing the validity of her words. Finally, he nodded.

“Hermit was a good kid,” he said, his voice softening just a bit. “He had a lot of heart and a lot of courage. I guess he was always looking for a way to prove himself.”

Minnie nodded, still gripping the book tightly in her hands.

“What do you think he was looking for down here?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

The werewolf shook his head, his eyes glancing around the dark tunnels that surrounded them.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But there are rumours…old legends passed down through the pack that tell of something buried deep beneath thi