*Maddox*

The sun is coming up as I sit outside of a makeshift tent near Isla’s Aunt Mary’s house—if one can even call it a house. It’s an old cabin that’s sort of falling over. The other wolves with me have volunteered to fix it up for her in exchange for her defeating the witch who was trying to kill us. Miraculously, none of my people were killed.

Mystica is tending to the gash in my head. We are sitting beneath a giant palm tree, lush and green with plenty of fruit, ...