Aly's voice echoed in my head strongly, or was it Gea? For a moment, I managed to identify her. I so desperately wanted to regain my she-wolf, or at least communication with her. Or did her silence mean that, by some strange twist of nature, I had lost her? How many years had passed without hearing her? Just under seventeen? And now, that was the only thing I desired the most.
But the voice calling me insistently was Aly's.
"Sussan!" she growled with more force.
"Gea," I called her, with an uncontrollable desire to speak with my wolf.
"Gea? No, it's Aly, Sussan. How do you feel? Can you identify how many fingers I have raised?" Aly persisted while showing me her open hand, and for a moment, I struggled to focus the image against the night sky.
"Two," I said, touching my head. I hoped
