(Isla)
I heard it before I fully understood what I was seeing.
The sound of Rodan going through the wall was not what I expected. I'd heard Rodan hit things before. I'd been on the receiving end of it enough times to know what force sounded like when it landed. But this was different. This was the sound of the wall itself giving way, wood splintering and cracking and then the thud of a body hitting the floor on the other side, and then silence.
Complete silence.
I stood where the man had set me down and I looked at the hole in the wall of the pack house and I waited for my brain to catch up to what my eyes had just seen.
Rodan was on the other side of that wall.
Alpha Rodan. The man who had ordered my chain. Who had stood in that yard and watched me be whipped and kept his hands fold
