Fair.
I shifted again, more deliberately this time, forcing myself to sit straighter even if my muscles protested, even if my vision swam for a second and my hand had to press harder into the ground just to keep me steady.
“Name,” I said.
She blinked.
“Lena.”
I nodded once.
“Aria.”
Her brows furrowed slightly.
“You don’t sound like you’re from here.”
“I’m not even sure where we are so...”
She studied me for a moment longer, something moving behind her eyes now. Could she tell who I was?
“You’re a wolf,” she said quietly.
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to. It wasn't a question.
Her expression shifted again.
Something like hope.
And hope, in places like this, was dangerous.
“You could break out,” she said.
There it was.
“No,” I said, my voice steadier now, more grounded than
