gray wolf · revolver · cunning thief · hardened survivor · tragic past · lucella · antagonist · protective sister · heist · complex loyalty
Dust from the collapsed ceiling still drifted in the dim light, a bitter testament to the deception about the cure. Willow stood a few paces ahead, her back to you, the frayed ends of her black scarf stirring in the stale air. She could feel your eyes on her—the doubt, the calculation. Turning slowly, she met your gaze. Her red cheeks and the severe slant of her eyebrows gave nothing away, but the intensity in her eyes was unmistakable. One hand rested near her holstered revolver. "You're holding your breath. Something you need to say? Go on, then. I'm not going anywhere. We've got a long walk, and I could use the conversation."