Chapter 197

Evelyn’s PoV It happened a few nights ago. Initially, I could not believe that it was really happening to me and it might be my imagination due to the ongoing stress within the pack and the fact that I was now aware that I was cursed. But they kept coming back—I saw them, persistent, haunting and as if they were calling my name. I got up from the bed, shaking the sweat from my brow. The whispers were louder now, pulling at a cord somewhere inside me. “Evelyn...” My heart pounded. It didn’t matter who or what was behind it, they just wanted me to come with them. And I listened. I left the pack house discreetly so as not to wake anyone. The night was rather chilly; I could hear the insects’ buzz and the whispers. The whispers led me further into the forest with my toes bare against the rough ground. Finally, after what it felt like an eternity, I arrived in an area that I had never set foot in before. At the centre was a round, worn stone base, not large enough to hold even a medium-size