NEAR THE BOTTOM OF the stairs she heard Garnett, voice raised, having a heated conversation with his butler Wilson. She stopped, hand on the rail and listened to his words.
“She saw the wolf!” He sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth. “She saw him, Wilson. Do you know what that means?”
“Trouble,” was Wilson’s simple response.
“It never comes this close to the house. Whenever I change, I always roam away from the house. It’s the way things are!”
“Apparently,” Wilson said in a calm, straightforward way, “not anymore. Sir, if the girl has seen...”
“No.” For a moment there was silence and Mallory was worried they had seen or heard her there. With a snort, Garnett continued. “I take responsibility for her. No matter what else has happened, she’s been good for Brendan. I tell y
