Devon

“Did you find it?” Logan asks Tom before we even get to his car.

We meet on the side of the highway several miles outside of the town. Two other cars are parked next to Logan’s, each of them packed to the gills with people.

Tom nods and hands Logan the cloth bag with the charm inside.

“Good,” Logan says and gives the bag back to Tom.

“I’ve just got word from the scouting party. Two packs are heading to the compound to set up base. ...