"Hazel."

I turn to find a very pissed off Archer looking back to me.

Wait-- Archer?

I blinked a few more times to make sure that I was seeing the right person, maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me and I was seeing an illusion of him or something.

But he really was here.

Black faded pants paired with a grey shirt, he was panting lightly as if he had been running. His eyes were dimmed as his stare pierced through me.

Why is he here? What is he doing here?

He should be in the pack being busy with something, yet he's here. It takes at least...