Elena
The cabin door bursts open. A wolf stands there — gray, bleeding, its eyes wild. It shifts. Paisley. Her white dress is torn. Her face is bruised. Blood drips from her lip.
"Alexander is coming," she gasps. "He knows where you are."
Gregor moves. His hand goes to his sword. "How many?"
"Just him. He came alone. He wants to talk to you, Elena."
"Talk? He wants to take me."
"Maybe. But he said he would not fight. He said he just wants to explain." Paisley looks at me. Her green eyes are pleading. "I know you do not trust him. But please. Hear him out. He has something important to say."
I look at Gregor. His dark eyes are hard.
"I do not trust this," he says.
"Neither do I. But if he came alone, maybe there is a chance." I stand up. "Where is he?"
"At the base of the waterfal
