#Chapter 247 Tea and the 411

A thin, white-haired woman waved the cane as she quivered with rage. “What are you doing here, Deirdre? Get out this instant and never return!”

A striking brunette woman about Alex’s age hurried into the room and grabbed the cane. “Granny, that’s not Deirdre,” she said. “Come back to your rooms and have a nice cup of tea.”

The elderly woman must be Martha Archer, the Luna of Lycan Square. She may be old and growing frail, but her personality hasn't improved at all with age.

And she tried to hit Amy on the head with that heavy cane because she thought she was Deirdre. Talk about a clue!

Thankfully, Diana sensed the attack and warned me. It was nice to have a guardian angel, even if they were a wolf.

The brunette led Martha out of the room and returned a few moments later with a tea tray.

“Daisy, Amy, I’m terribly sorry about that,” the brunette said. “Sometimes Granny escapes her nurse. Let’s sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat.”

“I …I don’t know,” Amy stammered.

“Please, Amy, it’s s