ANNE'S POV
"Who's there." I called out, looking around the forest trees frantically.
I was in the middle of a forest that stood between the pack house and the borders where Emily lived.
It was a thick forest that was dark because of the trees that blanketed it, blocking out the rays of light.
"Who's there? Show yourself." I shouted out again.
A cold voice cackled in laughter and a short man with a scar that ran across his face walked out.
I recognized him from the pack house, he had a roadside stall where he sold handmade bracelets and jewelries and Nicole and I had visited his stall once when we went out shopping.
That day, I had gotten some jewelries which I had gifted to Lydia and some of the other maids who worked in the kitchen.
The scar on his face was unmistakable and he had
