Brambles and Thorns(85)

By: Jocelyn Kirk


Drs. Garson and Soames are once again trying to prevail on Ben to stay at Oxford for another term or two, but he says he will not. He’s anxious to return home and begin some sort of business project that you, Father, have suggested. He gave me vague hints of it but would not be explicit, so that tells me everything I need to know—it involves some danger. I told Willa, I mean the duchess, about it, and she shrugged and said, “Miss Bellwood, I mean Elena, I mean Mrs. Garrick, men will be men. They thrive on danger.” I believe she is wise, and I must heed her words and try not to tie Ben to my side.

By the time this letter reaches you, it will be only a few short months before we’re home. Pray tell Bramble so. I send my love to all of you, and Ben’s also.

Your loving daughter,

Elena

Rosalie wiped away a tear. How she missed Elena! Then she realized two pairs of eyes were watching her. She turned to her husband and said, “How wonderful, she’ll soon be home.”

“Aye,” he replied, trying to hide his own tears.

Rosalie sat on the floor next to Bramble. She took his head in her hands. “Elena and Ben will soon be home, my dear wolf, and Willa and Megan too.”

Bramble searched her face for the meaning behind the sounds. Rosalie’s expression and tone of voice and certain familiar words told him what he needed to know: his pack would soon be whole again.

The great wolf placed his head in Rosalie’s lap and sighed. All was well, and he was content.