Chapter 162

Avery's Pov

The old woman stood confident with her skirt napkin folded neatly. Her clothes loose but ironed so they rested on her like a suit of armor unique to her. And everyone watched now as she cleared her throat and got ready to speak.

“She's not a witch sire…” she said again now. Her short stocky legs standing side by side and giving her a pose like a duffel bag stuffed with human feelings and emotions. “Her hair is covered in sooth and her dress is stained in coal…” she added now.

But the guards looked at her then glanced at each other wondering what point she was trying to make? And I wondered what point she was trying to make too?...

“The stains and her dirty clothes only means she passed through the abandoned kitchen… the one overruled and declared not in use…” she said now. “She had mentioned the guards outside didn't let her in and that means she must have sneaked in through the back. And for her to know how and where through, she must be close to the Alpha…” she ex