book 1: arrivals

Jael.

For some reason, Gil knew it fit her. He only responds with a hum in his throat. Urtur continues to paddle them home and he lets his mind churn. Thank the heavens he didn't have to explain to anyone who he was bringing home or why. He was the fucking Raid King, he could bring home any helpless soul he wanted. Unlike others, Gil had his own code. No one died on his watch unless they deserved it. As of late, there had been a few intruders that had deserved it. Like the one whose remains lay strewn on the beach. Let some other predator pick him apart. But this girl? She didn't deserve to die.

When she asks, he lifts a shoulder in the direction of the isle that slowly grows in height as they draw nearer. "There," he answers simply as he glances back at her. "It is my home. I claimed it and lead a pack there," his answers are straightforward because frankly, Gil doesn't have time for beating around the bush. "Do you have a home?" He asks purely out of curiosity. Whether or not he would allow her to go home after this would be decided later...

"speech"