CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT - A WALK

PIXIE

I watched Gloria warily from my spot at the door.

Ayla stood beside me, the sentry exuding a cold, threatening aura that raised the hairs on my arms despite the warm weather.

Gloria sat curled on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest in a fetal position. Her wild eyes darted around the room, never once landing on me or Ayla.

With a cautious glance at Ayla, I cleared my throat.

"Hi Gloria," I said softly, with just volume for the scared wolf to hear without frightening her. “How are you?"

She only whimpered, rocking back and forth and looking for all the world like she expected Griffin to burst through the door and kill her. I tried again.

"We need to ask you a few questions, Gloria," I said, hoping that I would get the answers I needed. "It's about Griffin."

Nothing.

I heard Ayla grumble impatiently beside me. I understood her frustration: Ayla had been chasing down a potential when Asha had called her back, instructing her to accompany me to Glorias’ room. I knew that Ayla tru