ANNE'S POV

"Who's there." I called out, looking around the forest trees frantically.

I was in the middle of a forest that stood between the pack house and the borders where Emily lived.

It was a thick forest that was dark because of the trees that blanketed it, blocking out the rays of light.

"Who's there? Show yourself." I shouted out again.

A cold voice cackled in laughter and a short man with a scar that ran across his face walked out.

I recognized him from the pack house, he had a roadside stall where he sold handmade bracelets and jewelries and Nicole and I had visited his stall once...