[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“Mom? What does it say? What kind of map is that?”
I couldn’t answer Devon. He tiptoed over to look at the map, but my mind and hands froze while I stared at it. When I finally recovered, I looked down at Purple, wondering where she got the map made of black thread—the same material that was stitched on my wedding dress. How could something like this be hiding inside the Pack manor? Could it be that the spy was looking for this thing and was only led to my wedding dress because they had the same power of the curse in it?
I sensed that something was happening, but I still had no idea what the Black Claws were after this time.
“Mom, are you alright? You look so pale. You need sleep.” Diana whispered worriedly as she stared at me, still hugging Purple on her sma
