Twelve

I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar bedroom, the light felt too bright and my head pounded in my skull. I sat up and closed my eyes calling my werewolf to look with me as I opened my eyes this time, the lights didn’t seem to bright.

The door opened and a familiar person, I grinned when I saw him.

“Logan!” I exclaimed and he grinned and hugged me, I hugged him back.

“How did you find me?” I asked and he smiled, and held my hand.

“We have been scouting the place where you disappeared, and my guards saw you unconscious mfloating on a river.” He said and I stared at him confused.

“Floating on a river?” I asked and Logan nodded.

“The Quintus werewolves lands is magical and I guess it has some kind of invisible portal that does not allow it to be found or seen” he explained and suddenly I remembered Brock, was he back?

“What of Brock?” I asked and he grimaced, a bad sign.

“No news of