Leland didn't respond to Eloise's remark. His face now looked impatient and the witch knew he wanted her to immediately take him to see the grave.
So, Eloise decided not to prolong the issue.
"Very well, if that's what you think of me that's fine. I can't force you to see me differently if you had made up your mind. I will take you to see the grave." She turned towards the door. "Celia, get them out and bring them here."
"Okay, Your Grace!" Celia's voice came from behind the door, but Leland didn't smell her presence at all. He almost thought his sense of smell hadn't fully recovered, but then he remembered the potion that the witch gave him to hide his scent when he and his men came to infiltrate Armeria.
Leland realized those witches had been using it to roam around freely without being detected by lycans. He wondered if they had been using it to get closer to his pack without his knowledge.
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