Kaye:
"Helanie! Your wounds need to be cleaned, and you need a bath to help with your fever." I watched her stand hesitantly by the bed, hugging herself tightly and looking reluctant.
"I—" Her voice held a quiet hesitation, her gaze fixed on the ground as if she wasn't really present. It felt as though only her body was here.
I walked over and, without touching her hand or arm, gestured toward the bathroom and started in that direction. As I neared the door, she slowly began to follow, her hand rubbing her elbow, eyes still cast downward. I'd never seen anyone with such pure innocence.
My brother's words echoed in my mind.
No! She was nothing like her mother.
In fact, she seemed different from any other she-wolf.
