The Nam Comic Books Romane & Geschichten

Naam. Nancy Naam unlocked her office door and entered, removing her coat and hanging it on a nearby hanger. She placed her tablet on the table and then cleaned her glasses before putting them back on. Taking a seat, she forced a smile despite the worry etched on Bogo's face. She understood the immense pressure he was under as the Boss's trusted bodyguard. However, the news she had to deliver would only add to his burden. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable to articulate the words.

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

Damn Nami! _______

I also put a phone call through to the Alpha of the Silver moon Pack and the Blood Hound Pack. These three packs are the only one in this continent, and all three insisted that there had been no family with the surname Nightingale in their pack. My Beta, Nathan also came back with the same reply. I went back into my study and typed in the name, I found his details, and it said he was married, but there were no pictures of his wife. I ignored that though since that's not what's most important. From all the files I have gathered here, I can be most is that he is human and that's all I needed. I returned to the room to find Serena wandering looking around and taking in the decor. “Serena.” I ca