Chapter 163

Hazel's POV

The tavern's wooden door creaked open, allowing a sliver of dim light to spill into the smoky interior. I stepped inside, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the murmurs of patrons, their voices blending together in a cacophony of noise.

I scanned the room discreetly, my eyes searching for any sign of the man I had come here to find.

As my gaze swept across the room, I spotted him - an old man seated alone at a table in the corner, his weathered features illuminated by the flickering glow of candlelight. There was an aura of wisdom about him, a quiet confidence that marked him as someone of significance.

I had received information about Zion's whereabouts from Kalis, a man whose loyalty to Alpha Phelan had once been - and kind of still was - unwavering. A generous amount of pain loosened his lips however and I got to find out just what luck I had stumbled upon that night. As it turned out, Zion was