The Sentinels but the well is dry

When had she become so obedient?

Visala asked herself the question repeatedly each day, cursing herself as she waited for an answer. But today, sat in a territory she barely knew, she found it; the truth was that she always had been. It was what she relied on. She hadn't remained here because she wanted to, rather because Sam had insisted on it, because she needed a safe place to wait. She listened to her siblings for similar reasons, Nayavanti too. There was no other option.

She wanted to go home. Not to the islands, but home, her real home. The one she had been born to, where her parents and siblings made her feel safe. She would not speak for the wolves here, not ever, excpet maybe Sam. He was a special case, someone she had bared her soul to out of necessity.

Laying down to tuck her limbs beneath herself, Visala wondered if her frustration would have her weep. She was tired of her world feeling so small.