Willow

Willow’s heart pattered in her chest as her bare feet pattered on the cobblestone streets. Her hand stuck in Ronan’s as he pulled her through the village. She should have been leading the way because she had the streets memorized but Ronan seemed to know the way.

Giddy and excited, she gripped Ronan’s hand tightly, glancing around at the quiet dark homes. Now one would dare to watch the streets tonight.

To her knowledge, it had been years since any wolves ...