Chapter 157 Layla's Pov

• "Oh goddess," I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a sob. I had hurried ahead of the others in hopes that I would be reunited with Beta Stephen.
• Nate's footsteps faltered, his gaze fixated on the object before us. My heart clenched with dread as I followed his line of sight, my stomach churning at the sight that greeted us.
• There, in the dim light of the moon, in a box, laid the body of Beta Stephen, crumpled inside the wooden crate. Blood stained the ground around him, a gruesome testament to the violence that had been wrought upon him.