Devin

"A girl?" I repeated, confusion getting the best of me.

But how could that be?

What could she be doing in the woods at this ungodly hour?

Shouldn't she be with her parents or guardians?

Who was she running away from?

Was she here for us?

How did she find out where we live?

Fear gripped me at the thought that our hideout was exposed and soon, people would keep trooping in and out.

We didn't want anyone's presence. We were fine by ourselves.

Other wolves' presence screamed trouble and that was the last thing we wanted.

"What do you think, Devin? What is she doing here? Is she...