Chapter Twenty-Six. Where’s Hamish?
Ronnie and Reggie looked aghast at their new surroundings. Ronnies eyes scanned all around her, as she stood in the centre of an old-style ranch house. The large stone fireplace swept clean, with large brown leather chairs either side, and another large leather sofa with perfectly sown patchwork throw’s, which upon closer look, seemed to be made from old baby clothes.
“Oh, my pearl’s” Jayne Gude stood her hand to her neck, clutching the very pearls she was referring to. She was once the belle of Yorkshire, the Alpha of Wet Wangs pack only child, a quintessential white English lady. But now she was a fully-fledged, pearl clutching southern bell, after residing in South Carolina for over two hundred years. Jayne had moved to America, when she found her
