Everly’s POV
Marrek stared at Sam for a long while after Sam had explained to him why we were there. Sam stared back. Both of them looked equally annoyed with each other.
Noelle and I were both standing with our backs against the wall across from where Sam and Marrek had been talking. The woman, Quinn, was sitting on the small couch in the living room of the cabin, a sketchbook in her lap, drawing out some sort of mountain landscape.
The dog-more like wolf-who’s name I had learned to be Hunter, was lying on the soft carpet rug in front of Quinn, his head on his paws, his eyes looking up at her. Periodically she’d stop in her sketching, smile at him, and then reach down and scratch him behind the ears. To which he always gave a happy bark and a tail wag.
The man looked like the equivale
