Silver Creek sail with me into the dark

poor lilah was so quick to assume that addison would think these things, but she should have been aware that it was a hive-mind. the odolf clan all felt this way-- save for emerson, perhaps, who was softer than the other four. her call had been pitiful, and grayson suspected something was up immediately, but when he arrived he wasn't sure who to put the blame on.

this man?? this equally pitiful man? he was wet and shaking, looked like he'd been pulled from water. ah, but maybe he had. grayson looked between them both. maybe they both had... his brow furrowed and his ears pressed forwards expectantly. "what is going on?" he asked, looking to the man on instinct though his gaze flitted to lilah a moment later.