the 13th hour • DISCOVERY THREAD

Though his words were broken, she understood the meaning perfectly. Of course, islands were actual jails. Water on four sides, no means of escape except for swimming. She had once lived in a pack that used an island as a way of holding their prisoners-of-war. Quite an intresting experience.

A devious part of her took over then. She was thinking about starting a pack in these woods. He was comfortable in them too, which was rare to see. Could she convince him to come join her? "Are you thinking about going back to the island?"