What was a woman, clad in only what seemed to be a red cloak, doing in their house? She smelt like a mix of a Wolf Shifter and the sickening smell of dying foliage, but there did not seem to be anything more than a mere human. A human with a foul smell.

She slept restlessly on the cot that was meant for Therelia, with the sheets and cushions scattered on the floor. Raising an eyebrow, Carus shifted into his preferred form of a bear before standing over her and letting out a soft growl. Intruders were not welcome, but this one had him fascinated like nothing before. There was more to this than met the eye, and he had to find out what it was.

She had woken like an arrow springing from an Elven bow. Much like a startled hare, she had stared at the Druid with her eyes drowning in terror. Carus could see how it was like a bucket of cold water over her head, and for a moment, he felt a little guilty for having woken her in this manner.

Then she smacked him.

It was more of a surprise than anything, that this slip of a girl would strike first and take the opportunity of him reeling back in shock to dash out of the house. Goodness, she was fast. Letting out a roar that he hoped his mate would hear, Carus loped after the girl in that shambling stride of his. Perhaps she had something to do with the Dark Elves, and he could not, would not, let her go until they had found out more.

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