The cellar door slammed shut with a loud bang after Minerva practically threw Ophelia inside and began to walk away.
"I can help your pack, you know?" Ophelia spoke up, making Minerva stop in her tracks as she turned around to sneer at her.
"You have nothing to help us with." She snarled.
Ophelia turned around, dusting off her pants as she took a step closer to the bars of the cellar, separating her and Minerva. "I know all about the desease, you know?" She said with a neutral expression. "Your pack is dying and that is the reason why your Alpha is so desperate for leverage. He is looking for something. Anything that would help him."
Minerva fully turned around to face Ophelia and glared harshly at her. "Don't speak on matters that you know nothing about." She spat at the heiress.
