The sky was starting to turn golden. Evana sat in the grass, picking at wildflowers, when she heard footsteps approaching.
She looked up and smiled. “Zayn!”
Zayn grinned and jogged up to her, a rabbit hanging from his belt. “I brought lunch! You’re welcome.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not supposed to be hunting in this part of the forest. You’re a werewolf.”
“Rules are more like suggestions.” He flopped down beside her. “Besides, I knew I’d find you here.”
“Of course you did,” she chuckled, tying the stems of two flowers together.
Just then, another voice called out from the trees.
“Evana?”
Zayn blinked and turned his head.
Ethan stepped into the clearing, carrying a small pouch. He looked surprised when he saw Zayn. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company.”
Evana stood up. “Ethan!
