Bree
I hadn’t shared my vision of the werewolves with anyone yet. I was beginning to understand it. Apparently, I would encounter them at some point and it just might have to do with this trafficking dilemma.
Cree was playing peek-a-boo with Gabrielle while I watched Noxolo move about the kitchen. We chatted a little. Alexander was seated at the bar across the room, observing the entire room.
“Alexander, you can relax. We’re safe here.” I chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. We were all on edge, but I didn’t want it to drive us completely crazy. The traffickers didn’t know we were aware of their presence. We weren’t supposed to assume the black aura thing meant they were after Jaime, but I couldn’t help it. What other reason would bad people have for working inside of an orphanage? T
