Grandfather~
Avalee Buchanan
Twelvestones
Ava waited where the guard told her, not entirely convinced the man knew what he was doing, but out of better ideas at the moment.
The guard opened a lovely door that had been painted to seem he was magically brushing aside a waterfall. Ava was still admiring the door when the guard stepped through and began sheepishly apologizing for interrupting the king at his midday meal.
Rory dropped to all fours and crawled between the guard’s legs. The man swung around, flustered, and Ava darted behind his back.
The King of the Elves jumped up from his chair, coughing and choking. The handsome young elf beside him leaped to his feet and smacked the king on the back. A big silver wolf sprang from beneath the table, growling.
“No ruin,” the young elf to
