"We'll cross that bridge when we
get there,” he assured me. He took a breath and changed the
subject.
“How's Toby?"
"He'll live,” I said, looking back at the wolf. “But he's not going to be happy with Peterson." Maynard smiled. “Seems like you two make a good team then. If he's up to it,” he already knew Toby would be much better by nightfall, “take him with you. You're going to need all the help you can get. You're on your own on this one."
I'm sure the confused look I gave him told him the entire story of my emotions. He took a step back from the cell door. “I have to do this, I'm sorry,” he said, motioning to the guards and healers in earshot of our conversation. “Until a full investigation can be completed, I'm afraid I have to suspend your Seeker status."
The iron bars rung as I slammed my hands against them. “What?” I wasn't acting for the benefit of the audience.
"Sorry, Rose. It's procedure. I'm sure everything will be cleared during the investigation.” He lowered his voice. “Get me that damned card."
Maynard turned and walked away without another word. Spinning on my heels slowly, I stared at Toby. His head lifted and he stared at me inquisitively. Making no sudden movements I strode across the cell and carefully sat down next to him. I was sure he heard the entire conversation. Resting his muzzle on my lap again, I lightly ran my fingers over his fur. “Are you up for this tonight?"
Toby whined softly.
"I know,” I tried to comfort him. Leaning my head back against the concrete wall, I tried to think of everything, anything I could do. My defense hinged on finding that identification card. Then it struck me. What if the Cleaner's Witch had already wiped the scene?Damn. There was too much riding on this. Brimstone wasn't a job you just up and quit. If I was relieved of my Seeker status, it was permanent. I would probably be expelled into the light. And Toby, poor Toby ... They claimed the most humane way to execute a Werewolf was by firing squad. Only one of the seven executioners would have silver bullets. That didn't sound very humane to me. I looked down into Toby's yellow eyes. “You need a bath. You're not going out with me smelling like this."
Toby pulled his lips back and growled at me as if to say,Try it and you'll regret it. I wisely let the idea drop.
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“How's Toby?"
"He'll live,” I said, looking back at the wolf. “But he's not going to be happy with Peterson." Maynard smiled. “Seems like you two make a good team then. If he's up to it,” he already knew Toby would be much better by nightfall, “take him with you. You're going to need all the help you can get. You're on your own on this one."
I'm sure the confused look I gave him told him the entire story of my emotions. He took a step back from the cell door. “I have to do this, I'm sorry,” he said, motioning to the guards and healers in earshot of our conversation. “Until a full investigation can be completed, I'm afraid I have to suspend your Seeker status."
The iron bars rung as I slammed my hands against them. “What?” I wasn't acting for the benefit of the audience.
"Sorry, Rose. It's procedure. I'm sure everything will be cleared during the investigation.” He lowered his voice. “Get me that damned card."
Maynard turned and walked away without another word. Spinning on my heels slowly, I stared at Toby. His head lifted and he stared at me inquisitively. Making no sudden movements I strode across the cell and carefully sat down next to him. I was sure he heard the entire conversation. Resting his muzzle on my lap again, I lightly ran my fingers over his fur. “Are you up for this tonight?"
Toby whined softly.
"I know,” I tried to comfort him. Leaning my head back against the concrete wall, I tried to think of everything, anything I could do. My defense hinged on finding that identification card. Then it struck me. What if the Cleaner's Witch had already wiped the scene?Damn. There was too much riding on this. Brimstone wasn't a job you just up and quit. If I was relieved of my Seeker status, it was permanent. I would probably be expelled into the light. And Toby, poor Toby ... They claimed the most humane way to execute a Werewolf was by firing squad. Only one of the seven executioners would have silver bullets. That didn't sound very humane to me. I looked down into Toby's yellow eyes. “You need a bath. You're not going out with me smelling like this."
Toby pulled his lips back and growled at me as if to say,Try it and you'll regret it. I wisely let the idea drop.
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