Chapter 161 The Ancient Bloodline

• MILLIE’S POV
• The morning sun filtered through the massive arched windows of the packhouse, casting long, golden boxes of light across the mahogany dining table. It was the first time in weeks that the air felt truly light. The breakfast spread was massive, the sweet scent of maple syrup and fresh coffee mingling with the comforting, heavy pine aroma of the territory.
• But the peace shattered the moment my grandfather set his teacup down with a soft, definitive click against the saucer.