Bruce cradled his coffee cup later that afternoon, watching Mishka pace across his living room. They'd spent hours examining the photographs, and now the setting sun cast long shadows through the mansion's windows, a reminder of how quickly time was slipping away.
"The charity gala needs to happen soon," Mishka said, stopping at the window. Her fingers traced the cold glass, following the path of a raindrop. "Every day we wait gives Grandma more time to... to do whatever she's planning."
"Graham's already started the arrangements. He's spreading word that it's to celebrate my return to the area and the mansion's restoration." Bruce set down his cup with such force that coffee sloshed over the rim. His wolf nature was becoming harder to control as tension mounted. "The naval commander's wife called back - they're quite excited about hosting an event with both Bruce Cameron fashion designer, and Mishka Stone, pop sensation. Mishka had changed her surname for stage purposes."