-Julien Grayson:
The cold bit into my skin as I pushed myself up from where I had been huddled behind a cluster of thick roots, my legs trembling under the strain of standing after so long.
The night pressed in around me, dense and suffocating, filled with the sounds of the wind threading through bare branches, leaves rustling like whispers, and the occasional snap of a twig somewhere too far away to see.
My hands shook as I brushed the dirt from my skirt, and the sharp sting of cold dew seeped through my tights, making me shiver violently. I pulled the thin fabric of my crop top closer to my body, trying to hold some of the warmth in, but it was useless against the chill that had already settled in my bones.
I can't hear the wolf anymore. This is my chance. I instantly held my phone tightly between my bloody hands, fingers stiff and numb, and dialed Pops' number almost reflexively, though my heart was hammering too fast for the line to feel steady.
