Chapter 49: The Slaughter

Ivy's POV

The halls of the Werewolf Council building are deathly silent.

The warriors who brought me have since been dismissed, and now it’s just myself and Beta Wilson, who–out of concern for Spencer–has accompanied me all the way here. I rub the skin of my wrists anxiously. They’re still sore from the rope that was used to tie me up. Beta Wilson and I roam the halls in an eerie quiet, scared to disturb the seemingly unnatural peace that has fallen over the building.

“Where are we going?” I ask Beta Wilson nervously.

He frowns, looking back and forth anxiously. “I’m not quite sure–”

Suddenly, I spot Veronica out of the corner of my eye, haunting the council hallways like a ghost.

I whirl around in shock. “Veronica?” I call out, hardly believing what I’m seeing before me.

Last I checked, Veronica had been escorted to the Werewolf Council as a traitor and a criminal. She doesn’t look like a prisoner, though. If anything, she looks like a guest. Her clothes are well-made and elegan