"Isla," I said.
I said it once and didn't say anything after it. I wasn't going to make promises to her right now. Promises made in the first five minutes by a stranger who'd walked into her shack weren't going to mean anything to a girl who'd lived in this room for five years. Words were cheap and she'd know that better than most. What I could do was stay where I was and not move toward her and not raise my voice and let her see that nothing bad was coming from my direction.
Vorak, my wolf, wasn't making that easy.
He'd been screaming since the moment the bond hit me in the doorway and he hadn't stopped. Not the way he screamed before a fight, that was a focused and directed thing. This was different. This was something without a clear target, a reaction to what he was seeing and smell
