C47 The White Wolf Spirit

“I can’t sniff them.” Clayton wiped his nose and scoffed many times. He looked at Claudia with his confusing stare.

“You can’t. Knight Richard had put his spell around him and Sonya. It’s impossible for you to trace their scents.” Claudia wrapped her arm around Caroline Duville shoulder.

The old woman looked quite stable then.

“I promise you, Auntie