Wendy's POV

Wendy’s Point of View

The voices started quietly, like a gentle breeze in my ear. But as I focused on listening, they got clearer, and I could tell they were urgent - and private. My whole body tensed up. I'd learned a lot since entering this area, but this was different. Something made me think this was important. My gut feelings are usually right.

Slowly, I bent down, the cool night air touching me. I stayed in the dark as I moved closer, making sure nobody saw me. The quiet talking was coming from behind the flowers, where big groups of wild roses blocked the view. I stood...