Capítulo 50: The Green Light.

"What are you doing here?" asked the editor-in-chief, clearly surprised at such a meeting with his subordinate.

"I'm sitting," Emily said the first thing that came to mind.

Gregor Barkens glanced over her light dress, clearly not suitable for a cool evening, bare feet, "And why are you sitting here?"

Apparently, along with the relief from the thought that the wolf turned out to be the one she at least is familiar with, not only did Emily feel relaxed, but her brain also had a great sense of relief. Otherwise, why did her answers sound like the ravings of a nutcase?

"I just... I got lost."

Yeah, I was going to my grandmother through the forest and lost my way.

"Should I take you home?" Barkens' face was, as usual, without a shadow of emotion - as smooth and calm as a wax mask. Only the eyes sometimes became a little wider, then a little narrower. A snake would be a perfect one word to describe him.