Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

She wasn't sure what else to say to him. She'd clearly not fawned over the stones the way the others seemed to, though he...Didn't seem to be as attached to them, and possibly because he hadn't buried anyone there yet. A macabre thought hit her- and she wondered if the pack might be more superstitious and interested in witchcraft than she'd originally thought...But what if there was a chance that those who had buried loved ones there...Had done so in order to gain some sort of power? She remembered that Greyback had asked her with some amount of trepidation if she practiced witchcraft when she said she would search for healing herbs...At first, she'd thought his wariness was simply because most wolves feared witchcraft...But now, she had reason to suspect that maybe he feared that if she was a witch, potentially she could unravel the power that the stones hid.

Or perhaps Valette had allowed her to join the pack so she could be used as a sacrifice. She nearly choked on the water she lapped up as the thought struck her- but she couldn't think of that now. These were paranoid thoughts. And the man standing near her could overpower her in an instant if she panicked. She had to stay calm...But she had to be wary. 

He asked about her nightmares- and she wondered if he might be looking for some form of weakness, or an admission that she believed them to be premonitions...This was getting more and more bleak by the minute. But there was a kindness about the way he spoke- and he genuinely seemed to want to help, even if it was something he did because his mate requested that he do it. No, she did not want to talk about her dreams- but she could turn the conversation toward him. "You get them too?" He'd already admitted that he didn't like talking about them...But neither did she. This was a gentle way, she felt, of saying No.