Two Rivers Isle it's the living who are ghosts.

Ady would never tell Ully, but he had always been a bit soft. Not in a bad way. Just kinder than a lot of the other soldiers. Make no mistake he could and would take someones life. Fight to the death if he had too. The scars that criss crossed his gorgeous pelt was enough to prove it. However, he kept that part locked and barred. 

Questions bubbled deep in Ady's throat. She wanted to ask fifty million things. However, she also felt it a cruelty to ask the wolf so many questions at once. To let him answer simply one at a time.

She wagged her own tail at his greeting and submissive crouch.