Chapter Thirty-nine

Murdok reached his office with enough speed built up that, as he tried to careen his sailing body through the doorway, he scraped the wall with his claws to keep from crashing into it.  Murdok managed to land on his feet and skip a few steps forward to avoid falling but as he reached his desk the sight of almost fire red hair and sea-blue eyes had Murdok standing almost defensively as he stared down his oldest and only friend outside his own mountain, “Arthur” Murdok announced and the almost wayward looking man began to plead with him instantly, “please Murdok, don’t take Rori away from Kristi… I don’t know how she fell into the Siren’s Song, but I swear to you, on my honor as a siren's son and an alpha’s progeny, we had no part in bringing her there… but we do wish to see her, is she alright?” Arthur’s question insulted Murdok, and he snarled at his friend, “ No thanks to your mate she is healed completely… you tell that, witch of yours to stay