Chapter１１

"Take those garments off" he said harshly.

Her pulse was still racing, and she was still perspiring. Even as it fled, she still caught a glimpse of its wail. The mere thought of moving caused her great anxiety.

She kept telling herself, "Everything's OK, Ella; it's fine," but it wasn't helping.

The olive leaves caught her attention, and she crept over to them, picking them up with trembling hands as her breath caught.

Her stomach was turning and she felt a strong need to throw up. Nonetheless, there was no way she could pull it off. I wouldn't use that phrase out here. She turned to see where the wolf had gone, but it was gone and its howling had ceased.

She sprang up, declaring, "I'm going away; I'm rushing back home," with no additional hesitance or doubt, but with a palpable undercurrent of terror.

Jeremy, Spenser's brother and beta, leaned over the railing of the balcony. Olivia spotted him from a distance and realized he seemed stressed and preoccupied.