Lilia POV

Leaving the feast for a moment to have a private call of nature, Lilia breathed in the sweet scent of the night air and enjoyed the night symphony. Owls, crickets, frogs, night honeycreepers, and of course, wolves. She squatted behind a bush, so close the coarse leaves and branches scratched her bare butt.

She wasn’t so absorbed in doing her business that she didn’t hear someone approaching. Stealthy, like they were trying to sneak up. She leapt up, ...