Phoebe's POV
I squeezed myself into the narrow hollow of the tree trunk, startled to discover a tiny wolf pup already there. The little creature couldn't be more than a few weeks old.
I could tell its age because I'd spent months watching the pups near our cabin while Perry was away fighting.
The pup pressed its small frame against me, seeking warmth—something I desperately craved too.
The little wolf was far too small to provide much heat, but at least I wasn't completely alone anymore.
Outside my hiding spot, the three warriors who'd tricked me into leaving the pack house were still hunting for me. They circled past my tree several times, completely unaware of the hidden gap inside.
"Where the hell is she?!" one of them shouted frantically.
He transformed back to human form.
"I have no clue!" the second warrior snarled just as furiously. "This damn rain is messing with my nose—I can't track her anywhere!"
The third warrior had the same problem.
"She can't have gone far!"
