Skye POV
“You’re sure you saw a black wolf?” I listened intently to Jase,taking notes.
“It was definitely black? Like, no patches, no marks, full black? Hmmm. Okay, how many rogues roughly were there? 10,12?” He paused, listening to her answer.
“About a dozen.” He mouthed to me, and I nodded, scribbling that down.
“Was there any magic involved?” Jase asked. There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“None at all? So the three of you were just overpowered by a dozen wolves?” He sounded surprised.
“No magic.” I scribbled furiously, underlining it.
“No need for excuses, Tiffany. You lost my sister in transport, it’s done now. There’s not a great deal you can say to fix this.” He said, sternly. “Call me if you remember any other details.” He slammed the phone down, tiredly.
