“Excuse me, are you a stranger in this town?” A middle-aged man with a calm face approached.
In his hands, a basket of warm bread remained, the faint aroma of wheat drifting in the air. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Alpha Zion, Beta Tyler, and the two guards standing tall before the old house that once belonged to Selena.
Zion turned, his voice deep but trembling as he fought to contain the storm inside. “That’s right. We came looking for someone.”
The man stepped closer, as if to make sure. “This house belonged to the late Selena. She passed away yesterday. Her granddaughter just left.”
Zion’s whole body tensed. His gaze sharpened like a blade. “Her granddaughter?”
The man nodded slowly. “Yes, a young girl. She’d been here since yesterday, and this morning she helped with her gra
