#Chapter 327 – Back to the Real World

Ella I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently elsewhere. It’s been twenty-four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny little bit, that every passing minute is a knife in my heart. Where is my sister? I wonder to myself, sighing as I look down at my baby and honestly barely seeing him. It’s okay, my wolf says to me, rubbing her body warmly against my poor aching heart, nuzzling me with her snout. Roger will take care of her – I know it. He can’t not. But what if he couldn’t, I think anxiously, my mind turning inevitably to that freak storm that they hit – the storm which separated them from their guards, which seemed…just, too precise. Too convenient. To perfect to be coincidence. What if the cult trapped them? And hurt them both? I wail, inwardly, my wolf giving in a little and sitting back on her haunches to raise her nose to the sky and howl a little along with me. She still believes, bu