Chapter 360: Weeds Never Die

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Although I hadn’t experienced my mother’s doting attention for quite some time, I knew better than to feel envious. Now that I was a mother myself, it seemed silly to even think about competing for her affection with my child. After all, those days of youthful insecurity had long passed. The situation with the Evaria Family had reached a resolution, albeit a complex one. The Earl of Marlowe had silently accepted the way his family’s members were being dealt with. As my father had pointed out, the Earl was a man of experience. Though he was not without his faults—arrogance and a hunger for power being chief among them—he was wise enough to recognize the tide of change. It was his pragmatism that had enabled him to navigate the treacherous waters of werewolf politics for so long. A fortnight later, Benard brought us unexpected news. It was unrelated to the Evaria Family or the packs under surveillance. Instead, it was about an unusual visitor. The mobile