Lilly’s POV

“It’s all right, honey,” my mother said, smoothing my hair. “We’ll be all right. Just stay quiet for a bit longer, and then the wolves upstairs will go, and we’ll be safe.”

I looked up at my mother and nodded, but I wasn’t sure I believed her. We had run down here—my older brother, my mother, and I—about an hour ago when we’d first gotten word from the village guard that there were unknown wolves spotted in the woods near our homes. Some of the other villages ...