Episode 61

Syrill's POV

I quickly gather my thoughts and turn to my brother and two of my guards who are standing nearby. "Rowan, let's go to the old woman's house. I need to see this for myself."

"Alright, Alpha."

We quickly made our way out of the pack house, down to the woods where I went with my son, where the old woman was living. It's a small, dilapidated hut which I reconstructed because of my son, on the outskirts of our pack territory. Reaching there, the door is locked, but my guards break it down easily.

The inside of the house is musty and dark, with cobwebs and dust covering everything, far worse than we saw it the previous time we came checking. We make our way to the back room, where the old woman used to keep my baby. The emptiness of the room is deafening, but I notice a small chest in the corner.

I walk over to the chest and open it. Inside, I find a few old baby clothes, some baby blankets, and a worn-out diary. As I sift through the contents, I notice a folded piece of paper