ROWAN
I watch the men anchor our boat as we get to shore. Father takes the lead as we climb the dock, and follows it until we get off and are met by a weirdly, and primitively dressed entourage. No doubt Healer Dorothy had sent them to welcome us.
They bow and we do the same. By 'we', I mean, Landon, the few escort soldiers, Nova, and I. Father didn't budge. He's flatly giving them disdainful looks.
We follow them as they head to their little Pack. The walk is silent and I briefly glance at Nova, who keeps rubbing her arms.
The ocean is thrashing with an insane tide of waves and we have our hair and clothes dancing to the rhythm. But it seems to be getting to her, even with the thick coat I ordered them to get her.
'Be a gentleman. Lend her your coat.' Rodrio, my wolf, whispers. I do
