"Worry not,"
Silas was more concerned with the look of terror in Arabella's face than the fact that a member of the wolf folk howled on their property.
The young woman did not seem all that relieved and slowly pushed her weight off her chair, mirroring his action.
"We are in no danger. The wolf folk are merely responding to an invitation my family has sent their way," he added, "They too prefer to deal by night,"
Hand clutching her pendant, she looked between Silas and one of the windows in the library. Although the howl echoed from every direction, Arabella had the inkling its origin stood at the front side of the manor.
"I'll leave you to it then," he nodded towards the open book facing her, "I must handle this matter,"
"Of course,"
She curtsied and remained still until Silas exited the library. He walked right past the butler that bowed in the halfway, getting ready to speak, "Master, I-"
"I know,"
