Chapter Twenty-Two: Loose Rogue

Adelaide rode her carriage to the palace with fear in her heart. She remembered with dread the last time a rogue werewolf had walked the lands of Aysun. It had been complete chaos. It had taken about a week to catch the rogue werewolf and the whole of Aysun had to be shut down; the men had to be on watches night and day and even with all the precautions Aysun had recorded fifteen deaths and many injuries.

"Faster Clinton," Adelaide urged her coach man.

Once she arrived she hoped out of the palace in haste. She ran into the throne room panting.

"Your Majesty!" Vallus was surprised to see her unsettled. He had thought she would report directly to him and not Artemis. He kept his cool.

"There is a rogue werewolf in Aysun," she cried. The whole court became still upon hearing this news. A rogue werewolf meant indescribable chaos.

"Are you sure of what you say?" Artemis asked in a calm voice.