Calla did not answer immediately.
She looked at me with those careful dark eyes and I watched her wolf shift in her chest, the tension of the anchor responding to the proximity of the ability, the way a body responds to a change in temperature before the mind registers it. She did not know what she was feeling. She had no framework for it. But something in her had noticed that the woman sitting across from her was different from every other person who had moved through this packhouse in the last twenty four hours.
Different in a way she could not name.
"Who are you?" she said.
"Nora Coles," I said. "I arrived at Ironpeak three days ago from Clearwater Pack." I paused. "I am the person who can help you. If you are willing to let me."
She looked at me for a long moment.
"Help me with w
