"Yeah," Faelan replied, swallowing, pinching his brow as he tried to will the last lingering images of blood and fire out of his mind. He usually tried hard not to think about that night, but here in the dark, still shaken from his dream, and being asked outright, he didn't have the strength to avoid it. And the idea of denying Aylward made his chest ache with the memory of his eyes and face so fresh in his mind.
"He let me stay. The other wolves never wanted me, but there was nowhere else...no one...he protected me..."