Lone spoke up, finally. He had a gravelly, strong voice, a leader's voice, a voice of authority. "There is another wolf in my head." He did not seem concerned about being heard. The entire jail stopped whatever conversation they were having and stared over. "His name is Akela, he says he is from a pack that has very hot wet weather and jungles. Also, your voice is in my head as well, and I would like you to stop." He pointed at Anya.