She looks around, taking in the mess in the room. Her little head lifts to look at me,
"Trudy," I called her. She slowly looked up at me,
"Yes. Alpha." Her voice was so low and soft like she was back at the bar. She reminded me of Rose, Small, innocent, and sweet, Not a mean bone in their bodies.
"I know you said you wanted to help. And we kinda hit a dead end. Could you help?"
"Um. Sure. What do you need me to do?"
"The lady you described who was at the bar used to live here, and as you can see, she has left, but we can't seem to find where she went. We looked through the papers around but there no leads I do have trackers and scouts out. But we didnt know if there was something you could do?"
"Oh. Uh, I haven't learned how to track spells yet. They are tricky sometimes. But m
