Lone Wolf (First in Lone Wolf Series)

Chapter Twenty-Six

　

Faugrimm was searching for Brie and Dawn, who had managed to slip down the back tunnels and get away from him. He cursed his lack of a heightened sense of smell.

He had reached Beechum telepathically to let him know the pair of them had gotten away but Beechum was still busy with the doctor having his arm stitched back together.

“Sir, we have a problem.” Dracon, the vampire, stated as he came around a corner and stopped Faugrimm in his tracks. Faugrimm looked at the vampires arm, which was up in a sling since the bottom half of it was missing and going through the process of regeneration. A process that would take days and lots and lots of blood.

“What is the problem?” Faugrimm demanded.

“They are here. They found us. The alpha, puppet’s mate and his entire pack, plus the hunter that was supposed to be helping us….”

“How did they find us!?” Faugrimm demanded with horror. His fortress was supposed to be protected by magical safe guards that instantly made a person walk around it without ever coming up on it. No one had ever found his stronghold. Even those who came to visit were always met out in the town a few hours away and led, blindfolded, to the front door.

“I don’t’ know, sir. Probably with the help of Farrah. Sir, we’re in trouble. My arm is still regenerating, Beechum’s arm is useless and Phoenix and Vaughn are dead.” Dracon stated, referring to the werewolves that Brie’s new pack had killed several days ago in the woods.

“I have plenty of sub demons here that will fight.” Faugrimm stated. “Where are the intruders?”

“The dungeons. I smelled them and came looking for you. My guess is that they killed the guard out in the courtyard.” Faugrimm hissed loudly.

“Alert the sub demons and find the intruders. Kill them all!” He screamed.

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“I have to stop.” Dawn cried out as she fell to her knees on the stone staircase they were running up. The cool bricks felt so good against her overheated bare skin that she didn’t even notice the way they tore at her knees. She and Brie seemed to have been going up these stairs for hours and Dawn’s injured legs were hampering their progress and now seemed to have decided to shut down altogether.

Brie whimpered and motioned for Dawn to get on her back. While Brie was bigger than an average wolf, when compared to Grange she was very small and Dawn doubted she’d be able to carry her up this seemingly endless staircase.

Suddenly Brie’s entire posture changed. Her nostrils flared, her ears went back and the thick white fur on her back stood on end. Dawn scented the air and recognized Colin’s scent. The man was running fast, clearly in a panic and his fear was thick in the air.

The sound of his footsteps pounding down the stairs came to Dawn’s ears and she was shocked to hear Brie growling. Colin came skidding to a stop, tripping over a step and grabbing the wall to keep himself from tumbling headfirst down the stairs and straight into the waiting women.

“Brie….” he whispered with shock as his eyes widened and he stared at the white wolf. Dawn stayed curled up on the stair, shielding her stomach and hoping Brie could handle her father alone.

Brie shifted back, her long curly red hair, falling down her back and covering her bare backside.

“My daughter! I have been so worried about you… I can’t believe you’re alive. I thought you died all those years ago….”

“LIAR!” Brie yelled angrily and Dawn glanced behind them, worrying that at any moment Faugrimm would appear on the narrow, winding staircase.

“Brie…” Colin said softly, reaching out his hand. Brie swatted his hand away and clenched her fists at her sides as she glared up at him.