"I, Shadowstorm Slayer, descend from a small, unknown line of lone wolves with some beliefs most wolves would consider odd. My father and mother always taught me to be a lone wolf, to never join a pack. They made me believe that packs were not noble. That pack members were too weak to live by themselves and that they needed other wolves who were the same as them to live. I grew up determined to not disgrace my parents who were killed by a small group of wolves, not a pack, just a small group of lone wolves."
Even though this fae said she could leave, she couldn't, she didn't understand it quite, no, it just glued her down. She wouldn't leave until the small fae got annoyed of her. She rested. Waiting for the fae's response. She could see curiosity in her eyes. She had to continue forward and so did Ari. <i>Guide me mother, father, brother, to a safe place.</i> Who was the wolf that Ari spoke of, that mauled her back.