unsteady

The girl before him had been gone from home for a long time, and from the subtle cues she gav off Rhyme could feel himself transported back in time. He’d been a captive for a large portion of his life, almost longer than he had been a free man. He’d seen wolves look just like her in many repressed memories. She couldn’t even bring her eyes to him and the listless movements told a longer story. Rhyme approached her carefully when he didn’t get a response from her, as she stood transfixed with the ground Rhyme would aim to gently press his shoulder to the tall girl’s hip.

”Poltergeist.” He greeted her again, more firmly this time. He could almost feel the negative energy rolling off her in waves. He had no way to know what happened to her or how broken she might be, but her response wasn’t normal and he had little doubt there was a reason she hadn’t returned before this moment. ”Polt, do you know where you are?” He pressed softly, knowing the three wolves that were out there looking for her and the other missing members of the family.