Mysterious attackers

The she-wolves were taken aback by Eleanor’s strength and powerful aura–it was almost like an Alpha’s!

Eleanor turned away from the dead rogue and walked towards the door, wiping blood from her face. “I’ll take you somewhere safe on the second floor,” she told them. “Stay there and don’t leave until everything is clear.”

They removed the couch and she led them out of the room, the broken chair leg still gripped in her hand. She led the group to a safer lounge on the second floor and instructed them to keep the door shut.

“Where are you going?” the she-wolf who’d taken charge of encouraging the others earlier asked when Eleanor made to leave.

“I have to go help the others,” she said.

Close Advisor’s wife scoffed. “You were just lucky down there. Do you think you are a warrior or something? You’ll just be a burden to them.”

Eleanor ignored her and smiled at the she-wolf who had asked where she was going. “Stay here, okay? You’ll be safe.”

She nodded, and Eleanor walked out of the door a