Book 17: Making Amends

Posey

After telling me everything he knows about his Shadowsynger ancestors, which is very little, and the strange caves beneath Veiled Valley, which are immense and guarded by some kind of creepy spirit, Aris tears himself from the cabin like being in my presence is painful.

It sucks. I don’t know how else to describe it. The knowledge that my scent is suddenly overwhelming to him, like I’m some beckon of fertility and everyone in the nearby vicinity knows it, has me cringing. I assume that’s why he brought me here–to the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from anyone else and trapped on a small island.

Aris left his clothes on the warped front porch in an untidy pile. I missed seeing him in his wolf form, but I gather his damp clothes and hang them to dry in front of the woodstove, using a length of twine I found in the kitchen strung betw