SQUEEZE FOR YES

We stay with Isla well past sunset, the air outside causing tiny frost crystals to form on the windows directly in front of us. But we remain huddled together, the warmth of the fire keeping the chills at bay as we watch the men slowly trickle in from God knows where. As they pass, we overhear a small cluster of them discussing ways to “solve” their problem with Griffin. Their comments, even if vague, cause Isla to flinch, a look of pain crossing her features. I feel sorry for her and the way they speak about her brother. Even if they are referring to his Wolf, it is still a part of him. It shocks me that for someone who is supposed to be a member of their clan and originally their leader, the level of tension that the men seem to project towards his wolf is frightening and makes me feel sick, both mentally and physically.