#Chapter 206: In the Clear

Iris For a moment, I can only stare at the massive wolf standing in front of us with Nora’s unconscious body hanging from his jaws. I’m in shock, unable to move or speak or do anything except pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming. Even when I don’t wake up from that dream, I can still hardly believe it. Arthur. He heard my plea and he came. He drops Nora unceremoniously onto the forest floor and shifts. A moment later, Arthur’s human form is standing there in the same suit he was wearing at the gala, although it’s now streaked with dirt and torn in a couple of places. “Arthur,” I breathe, taking a step toward him. I’m almost hesitant to close the distance, as if he might turn on me and go back to Veronica at the last moment, still enthralled by the fake scent she covered herself with. But he doesn’t. Unlike before, his green eyes are now clear and focused. He takes a halting step forward, as if just as fearful that I might not forgive him as I am fear