*Isla*

The howling is getting closer. Panic wells up inside of me. I don’t even have a weapon. Antony begins to strip, preparing to shift. We are all in trouble.

“Fuck,” Poppy mutters, turning away from him. The next thing I know, she’s disappearing into the nearby trees.

“Poppy? What are you doing?” I shout to her.

“She’s probably hiding,” Antony says behind me. I don’t particularly want to see my cousin naked, so I don’t turn to look at him. ...