The Wolf of Terra by Emma Savok-Headington

Prologue:

At an abandoned mansion, where the walls were cracked from old age, three figures were having an argument. “We must find the her before he does.” This usually soft and kind yet deep voice had become a cold and very stern voice, said turning to the figure in the shadows, “You were suppose to keep a close eye on her, yet here we are having this conversation about where she is.”

“Brother, don’t be so hard on him, we decided it best to move her again, remember? It was your idea, and the poor guy has to remember all her locations, but there are so many he can slip up and make a mistake, we aren't perfect you know.” A second voice, this time the voice was way too sweet, so you could tell the person was irritated about something, or someone.

“I have so much on my mind lately, I apologize for not remembering her location. I will do better next time,” a third voice said. The third voice was kind and gentle but so deep, it might have scared you silly. That would only happen if you didn’t know him.

“I will look through my research books, and try to find her location again,” the third voice said and scurried out of the room.

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30 minutes later the third figure came back, holding a scroll with a wax seal on it. The seal looked like a wolf with a bald spot shaped like a royal crown on its head.

“Found where she is, and I did some research and found a place where we could meet her,” the third figure said to the other two.

“Perfect, bring us to the location you have found near her location, so we may meet her again,” both the first and second voices said in unison.

“Please follow me then, she will just be heading to school when we get there,” the third voice said as he was walking out of the mansion. The others followed him.