#Chapter 140 Madame Wanda

Third Person The night breeze is cold and chilly. The area around Logan and Emily's house is quiet and is free from outside eyes. Well, except for the eyes of the infamous Madame Wanda. She quietly stands in front of the beach house with the werewolf escort standing behind her. She wrapped her red shell around her shoulders, keeping it close to her body. Her eyes narrow at the white home, an unsettling feeling slowly forming inside of her body. She takes a look around at the nearby area, trying to see or sense if there is any unwelcome energy or spirits who wish to have their way with the people inside of the home. Her golden jewelry quietly clicks against each other when she takes the step towards the front door of the home. With every step that she takes, the bigger and more tense, the energy feels inside of her chest. It is almost hard for her to breathe, the weight of responsibility and what fate has chosen for the people inside of the home beginning to weigh her down. She