Chapter 205 Blake Confronts Isaac

• The evening air was cool, carrying with it the scent of the forest that surrounded the Pack’s territory. Blake’s footsteps echoed through the courtyard as he made his way inside, his mind heavy with frustration.
• His visit to the witch’s house had been fruitless. He had knocked for hours, the sound of his fist on the weathered wooden door reverberating through the stillness of the forest, but no one had answered. The old witch had a reputation for being unpredictable, her presence as elusive as the spells she cast. Blake had known better than to force his way inside—one never entered a witch’s house uninvited, not if they valued their life.
• As he walked through the castle, the grand halls seemed emptier than usual, the air thick with a sense of foreboding. His boots clicked against the polished marble floors, the sound almost swallowed by the vastness of the space. The flickering candlelight from the sconces on the walls did little to chase away the darkness that seemed to be creeping in from all sides.