Lennox's POV
Our pack's Seer walked in. Even though she was nearly twenty years older than us, she respectfully bowed her head.
"Welcome," I said, motioning to the couch. "Please, have a seat."
She shook her head gently and sat on the floor instead. I didn't question it—she always did her spells and readings on the ground. It was her way.
I glanced at Levi and Louis, then stood up and went to the drawer where we had kept the letters. My hand shook a little as I pulled them out. Just holding them made my stomach turn. These letters had started everything.
I walked over and handed them to her. "These letters… we think they were charmed or spelled. They messed with our minds."
She took them carefully with furrowed brows. Without a word, she reached into her small bag and pulled out a bowl and some herbs tied together with black string.