Lulu

I followed the trail with my breath caught in my throat. Four wet wolf prints slowly shifted into two human footprints.

They led me to a small gazebo tucked away in the quietest corner of the pack house grounds, right in front of a swimming pool so murky it looked abandoned—algae everywhere, dead leaves floating on top like forgotten confetti.

I scanned the place carefully. In all my time here, I’d never once wandered into this hidden corner. Ivy crawled over the gazebo’s walls, wild ...