Chapter nineteen

The eight-year-old's white skin was adorned with the wrinkles of aging, and her grey hair looked distant—as though they had been lost in a foreign land.

Her hair was completely grey, plaited in two equal sections, with the tails bunched together. She positioned her hands over her legs in a polite manner. There was no denying, though, how much Aimea admired the woman.

Every new baby in the mansion, whether it came from the royal family or the staff, was cared for by Helen.

She was knowledgeable about many regional cures and herbs, which she would always tenderly recommend to anyone who needed them or whenever it was needed.

Even Darell and Bella had not made it through their infancy and childhood without receiving care from old Helen.

"Darell's mate is dead, as the chief mentioned during the ceremony, which the clans and the pack as a whole already find problematic. ".

Slowly nodding once more, the elderly woman. "Yes, I was aware. "

"So, don't you think we have to handle this i