Chapter Thirty-Eight – INSTINCTS OF A LONE WOLF

I shrieked loudly, as my mother charged on into The Guest Room; I was stood in my lacy briefs, without my bra on. I was still getting dressed from having just showered. 

'Arianna, apologies for the intrusion. We need your help in the forest immediately'. Dorothy frowned at me. 

Dorothy wore a dark green dress and she has her hair hanging loosely swinging above her shoulder. 

My whole body went cold in response. 

'What has happened to Brax?'. I whispered weakly. A sharp feeling of dread running up my spine. 

'He is.. out of control.. and we have an injured Warlock. Dexter has gone to get some tranquiliser darts in town.. but-'. She frowned.. looking at my anxious face.

I cut her off with tears in my eyes. 

'But that will take time that this injured Warlock might not have'. I whispered, weakly. 

She nodded in response. 

'If anyone can calm him it is likely to be you, my dear'.