Anna's POV

As we drive away from the pack lands, I feel someone following us."We are being followed," I say. Samson looks behind us, and Cyran drives a bit faster."I don't see anyone," Samson says.

"Doesn't mean they aren't there," Cyran says. The car ride is quiet. Cyran seems to already know the way to Miranda's house, which is concerning. I have many questions for him, but I won't ask them in the car. I don't know what he and Samson are capable of, and I don't want to jeopardise my mom. So I keep my mouth shut, but as soon as we get to Miranda's house, Cyran has much...