Chapter 137
Leah's POV
As I walked into the Redwood Mansion, the first thing I noticed was the big ox head hanging at the center of the wall.
I stared at the ox's head and frowned.
That was the ox that took away my great-grandfather's life. I didn't know why an 83-year-old werewolf would want to fight an ox with bare hands. But I didn't know anything about our family history. My Father wouldn't tell me anything, neither did my brother Lucian.
"Sarcastic, isn't it?" A deep, mellow voice appeared behind me.
I turned back and saw a tall, handsome man standing behind me.
I hadn't seen Leo for so many years and I couldn't even recognize him.
In the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, amidst the vast shelves of ancient tomes and the whispers of the ages, there strode a figure that
