"You saw the rogue, then my father, and you decided to walk outside and follow them?"

"Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad."

Eric takes a breath. "Because it is bad, Isabella, because you could have been killed. Why did you follow—what told you to go out in unclaimed land and make yourself vulnerable?"

I watch him pace back and forth from the bed. "I don't know. I was intrigued, I suppose."

"Intrigued? Intrigued by death?"

"You're overreacting," I tell him.

"What if the wolf wasn't my father, what if you walked out there and he didn't find you in time?"

"But he did, and that's all...