(Dorian's Perspective)
"Look, all I need to do is see the drop off on the other side of Demons Tangle," Sandy insists. "We don't have to engage them. If we can figure out why they're here, maybe we can figure out how to stop them encroaching on the shoreline developments. Maybe it's as simple as cutting that beach off from the bluff so nothing else can be built there. Or—or having the reef declared a protected habitat or preserve or something."
I slowly pace the tiny room before resuming my typical low-energy state and take a seat again, forcing myself to do so in the chair. It's far too dangerous to sit next to her on the bed.
I can't remotely trust myself so near her.
My wolf half that I've been stifling since puberty lifts his head and gives a wide yawn, then sniffs at the air. He perks up suddenly, wide awake. As friends go, he's an outright asshat, but I have to admit, right now, he feels like exactly the right person to talk to about this.
