#Chapter 125: The Handwriting

Elijah I didn’t tell Agnes where I was going. She’d been through enough lately, and I didn’t want to add to her stress. Besides, I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. All I knew was that Ava had done something suspicious, something that might have had a connection to Agnes’s missing wolf, and I needed to hear it for myself. As I drove to Ava’s house, my mind whirled with memories of Agnes’s words yesterday. “You were supposed to be mine, but she stole you from me.” The very same words she’d said in my dream. Was Agnes supposed to be my mate? If so, then how was it possible that Olivia was marked to me now? And most importantly, who was the ‘she’ who Agnes had referred to? Olivia? Or Ava? When I pulled up to the house, Ava’s parents were sitting on the porch. I hated to think of them as Agnes’s parents, too, because they weren’t—not in a way that mattered. They looked nervous, standing immediately as I stepped out of the car. I didn’t blame them. The l