Chapter 230: Ghost of the Woods 2

Night began to fall, the sun slowly sinking and creating a pattern of linear shadows on the trees.

Finally. The time couldn't be going any slower for Andreas. He wanted to dart out of Magnolia's cottage right now with his dissolved concoction in hand and find the glowing Luna without further ado.

He was losing precious time. The drug would require a number of hours to work, and in order for it to be worth the trouble at all, she would need to lose her visible proof of the conception before any large numbers of pack members witnessed it.

Plus, this dark and dilapidated cottage gave him the creeps. He knew no one died here, but it felt like they did. There was a heavy feeling of loss and loneliness that seemed to hang like a mist in the air—close to the floor where in horror films an arm could be expected to grab onto ankles, yanking victims down and into the abyss of unknown horrors.

But he didn't fear death.

Maybe it was that he feared the past.