(Cam)
She was standing there. Looking broken and small. Her silver hair clung to her frame, and the light in her eyes seemed to have guttered out. In our brief encounters, I had never seen her be anything but poised and assured.
The need to protect, to protect her, overcame me.
“Come in,” Isla urged. I couldn’t move. Jackson closed the door behind her, and Abigail flitted somewhere and came back with a blanket.
I linked my men to secure the borders and have teams ready. I followed them to where they led her into the pack library, and Jim lit a fire even though it was summer now. She was shaking, and it seemed to be more from the storm. Abigail led her to a chair closest to the fire, and Isla sat on the floor next to her. I stood behind the couch, assessing her.
“What happened?” Ja
