Derek’s POV
Winifred, Nigel, Frank, and Simon all look at me with blank expressions covering their faces, not saying a single word about the situation I have just informed them of. My wolf shifts in my mind, uncomfortable with the continued silence that has taken over the room, causing the rapid beating of my heart to echo around like a drum beat at a rock show.
Charles glances over to me from across the table, shifting his body uncomfortably as the silence stretches on forever. I open my mouth to break the thickening silence, only to have Winifred snap her head in my direction, an intense look taking over her wrinkly features.
No one knows exactly how old Winifred actually is, but some speculate that she is well over five hundred. I, on the other hand, believe she is much older than
