CHAPTER 121

ARTHUR & MILA

“Bring a robe for the queen,” Osho shouted and while there was a shuffling between people to get a robe for Mila, Grace walked over to Bash and touched his muzzle with his.

It was as if Bash was almost faint with relief. He stepped forward and placed his head on her shoulder to display affection.

Someone put robes on both Bash and Grace, but they didn’t move for a long moment. They just stood there like statues, feeling each other, ensuring they were safe and finally together.

“Your Grace,” Osho spoke after a pause, “I mean, my queen,” he laughed softly at the coincidence of the names.

Grace looked up and nodded. And where there was a big red wolf, now stood a girl with flaming red hair. Bash too transformed and the next moment it was Arthur who was putting on the coat to cover himself.

“All hair, Mila – Daniels – Sharpe – Collins,” Osho shouted as Mila stood in front of the crowd in a long coat. Arthur joined her and held her hand as he looked at the crowd too.

“HAIL!”