Marian reluctantly recalled the last time her father had been in her room, just two days ago.
She had told him that she would always be there for him. She had asked him not to be sad.
And now, here they were, again, and she had done something wrong – again.
Making him sad. Again.
Her father was speaking.
“Good. Gravan, you go first. I too need to hear this,” he said, a steeliness in his voice that made both Marian and Gravan wince.
“Dinka?”
“Yes, Dad,” Dinka replied Nikal, Corien’s wolf, in their mind space.
“Okay. Gravan. Please,” Corien said out loud, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the chair he was seated in, straightening his shoulders.
Gravan glanced away from him, his face drawn.
Marian could sense his hesitation and could feel that he was not at full stren
