Clayton Blackridge
My wolf is pacing in my head, giving me a migraine as I listen to the report from the scouts I had sent out. The boy is still in the cells, we had the healers look over him apart from being pushed through the shift early and a loss of memory he seems fine, a bit malnourished. The dark magic I sensed on them when they turned up has now left.
I spent two hours with the sisters last night, all that they kept saying was she will be back sooner than I think and then is when the real hard work starts. That I must not abandon her in her hour of need. Riddles, f*****g riddles thats all they kept talking to me in f*****g riddles.
My rage reaches its limit and I throw my coffee mug over the room smashing it off the door just before it bursts open to a half naked Trent. He is
