Chapter 38: Turning the Tables
(Seraphina Blackwood's POV)
I frowned, my eyes darkening as I looked at Elara's smug face. "She is your own grandmother, Elara, show some respect."
I had no interest in arguing with her. My only concern was Grandmother Eleonora's condition. I stepped past Elara, determined to see the elderly she-wolf who had been the only source of kindness in this cold house.
Elara's lips curled into a sinister smile as she watched me enter. Something about her expression sent a chill down my spine, but I pushed the feeling aside and headed for the stairs.
Before I could ascend, Rosalie Vance appeared at the top of the staircase, blocking my path.
"Seraphina, dear," she said with uncharacteristic warmth. "Elder Eleonora has just fallen asleep. It's better not to
