But he had managed to make the lodge a home. His son had grown, his mother had passed away, he wished the adventurers luck and warned them about the dangers, sharing other rumours he had heard when they passed through.
And then one day, when Alf was about to become a teenager, Laurel had arrived. She was the spit of her mother, a stunning beauty with warmth in her eyes, a lost soul relieved to find a home. She loved the lodge, loved the excitement of the visitors and was desperate to belong. Brennan knew that she was the missing ingredient the lodge needed, the female touch, and she was what Alf needed too, a female role model. It all fell into place.
As Brennan started to age and the Humps’ fear for the lodge was forgotten, he worried that he would be unable to keep them at bay, and the
