Lucian

“What are you doing here in New Jersey?” I asked as we walked through the dark woods, heading back toward their pack’s border. “Weren’t you supposed to be in North America?”

She’d moved there years ago, last I heard.

So seeing her here, with a group of armed wolves like some sort of rescue squad, didn’t make sense.

But I'm grateful regardless. At least the attackers hadn’t followed us, they’d backed off the moment they saw the people who came to our aid. Probably recognized them. Or weigh the odds.

But she didn’t answer me right away.

Instead, her eyes shifted past me, landing on Maelis whose red eyes...