It’s Ellen. The voice belonged to one of my friends, piercing right through my eardrums. Relief sank in my bones as soon as I realised it was my friend and not anyone else from the pack. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Caden sitting up in his seat, his lips twitching at my friend.

What was that about? I thought for a second before squashing it and staring at the person rushing towards us.  

Colour drained her face as Ellen made her way to the bench, rudely shoving at the ...