Thorin took her to her room before practically throwing himself onto her couch, nearly sitting on Tama in the process, and lowered his head into his hands, “Do not be angry with me.” He rubbed his face, “I don’t think I could handle it right now.”
“I’m not angry, really. Confused is more like it.” Ayla knew she actually had the right to be angry after finding out what she did, but it wouldn’t do her any good to become irrational, “I just… Why did you tell me you were the second son when you are really the first?”
He didn’t respond right away, “I wanted to separate myself completely from my past… I was still in grief.” He lifted his head, though not enough to look her way, his eyes on her rug, “I was dying in that forest because of the agony that female bestowed on my wolf and I.” He look
