ARIA
“She’s not feral,” I whispered, keeping my voice low as my hands slowly curled into themselves. “She’s just doing what she can to survive. That’s not the same thing. How can you tell?”
“My wolf knows,” Elara said without slowing down. Her tone stayed calm, certain. “I can feel it. Come on.”
That meant she wasn’t planning to kill me the second we arrived. That was something. Still, doubt crept in with every step forward. The choice to come here suddenly felt heavier. What if this was a mistake? What if Elara was walking me straight into danger?
“You want answers or not?” Elara asked, glancing back, impatience edging her voice now. “Because I’m hungry, and I’m not waiting around all day.”
That settled it. I swallowed and followed her.
Elara went straight to the front door and kno
