Why can't we be friends

In the couple of days that had passed since her arrival to the Armada, Marina had kept herself in seclusion in her den. Of course, that hadn't stopped nosy Warlords from poking their noses in where they weren't wanted to make sure she hadn't tried some daring escape, but otherwise Marina had been alone. Most of the time, the solitude was comforting. Other times, it left her with too much space to think—too much time to dwell on painful memories and epiphanies. She stayed in her bed, letting her aching leg heal. Thankfully it hadn't been a break, and the damaged muscles would heal over the next few days, so she wouldn't be crippled for life or anything. She just needed to rest it and not overexert herself.

As if on cue, the moment she began to think about her leg, there came a knock at her entrance. Marina knew it wasn't Basilisk simply by the softer raps against the wall, which meant it could only be one other wolf. Sure enough, Wylan's voice called out asking for permission to enter. Gosh, wasn't he just a polite chap? "You may enter," she called back to him, remaining where she lay on her bed with her injured leg outstretched to give her tense muscles some circulation. Wylan had done nothing to offend or harm her directly, and short of being a part of the pack that had literally bought her, he'd committed no offense against her. Marina's initial anger had simmered away and she actually felt a little bad about lashing out at the lad the way she had before. Lilac eyes turned to the door, waiting for the large wolf to come in.

"Marina"