Kael
She kept staring at me like she wanted to break my answers apart and force me to say something more. Her eyes didn’t hide anything. They wanted reasons. They wanted the truth. She stepped a little closer, not scared, not weak, just stubborn.
“Why me?” she asked. “Why did you choose someone who was exiled? Someone you don’t know?”
I stayed silent for a moment. My wolf pressed inside me, alert and curious. The bond wasn’t there, not completely, yet he reacted to her in a way I didn’t like. She was waiting for my reply, but I didn’t rush it.
“You don’t have to know that,” I said.
“That’s not an answer,” she shot back.
“It’s the one you’re getting,” I said, and I turned away from her.
She followed. “You could have said anything else to them. You could have said I’m a prisoner. You
