174- cabin fever

ELENA WOLFE

The buzz of guards striding in and out of the wooden cabin filled the air.

The second Alpha had kept true to his word and it worried me.

There were hundreds of uniformed Gotham wolves striding in and around the clearing surrounding our safe house and it was all I could do not to pull my hair in frustration.

“Come on people, are we getting this wall up or not?!” The rogue roared, and I turned to see the half-finished oak wood door that leaned against the door frame, the shiny brass knob catching the falling rays of the sun almost mesmerizingly.

A ton of soldiers and nursemaids had arrived at the safe house after everything that had happened and yet there was still no sign of Michael…no sign of Emily.

“Where should I keep this? Your Grace?” One of the pale-faced women in a monochrome milk-maid outfit rasped behind me and I turned to see her holding a thick blue flower vase in her hands.

It would go well with the chestnut wood walls of my room.

“Up in the attic, please Fiona,