(Isla)
I woke before the sun came up.
My body had been doing it since before I could remember. In the shack it had been necessary. The hour before Torvin arrived was the only part of the day that belonged to no one else and I had learned to use it. The habit had followed me here even though the reason for it hadn't and I lay in the bed and looked at the ceiling and listened to the pack house breathe around me.
His voice was still in my head.
Not the words exactly. More the quality of it. The steadiness of his voice on the other side of the door while my hands were still shaking. The fact that he stayed without being asked to and left without being asked to and the space between those two things had been exactly what I needed.
I didn't know what to do with that either.
I got up.
Not
