“Can you come out to me, Ella?” I ask gently, wishing I could force my way in there with her. I can smell her blood, though it isn’t as strong as the rogue’s. Of course, that’s not saying much, all the blood that was once inside them is now out, but it doesn’t smell like Ella is bleeding badly.
Yet she doesn’t move, and fresh panic lances through me – she could have broken bones or frostbite and I wouldn’t smell a thing. “Are you hurt? How long have you been out of the water?”
Still there’s nothing, and I’m becoming increasingly afraid I’m going to have to break through the rocks to reach her. I begin to purr, hoping this will break through her shock enough to lure her out of hiding. “You did so well evading them and finding a hiding place, sweetheart.” I praise. “You gave me time to re
