Nicholas: The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the clearing where Amy stood. Cheney and I had followed her here, moments ago. There were benefits to werewolves following a human, she’d had no idea we were there.
Cheney and I watched from a distance, hidden in the shadows. She was on the phone, talking low, almost a whisper. We couldn't hear the conversation, but our heightened senses allowed us to pick up on the tension in the air. Suddenly, Amy spun around, looking in our direction frantically. She didn’t see us, but we hunkered lower in our hiding spot anyway. There was no way she could have heard us.
She seemed to calm a bit, and her facing us made it easier for us to hear her. “You talked to her?” She spoke into the phone viciously. “Did you tell her wh
