Ava’s POV
There came another howl.
Loud.
Deep.
Territorial.
It rolled through the night air like thunder, shaking the sky. It resounded, rolling slowly and gently.
Then came another. Just as loud, dangerous, but rougher, sharper.
Then the third one. This one… it was soft. Quiet, almost sad.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me who they were. I knew. I could feel it deep in my chest.
It was my triplets.
The first howl—it was Irish. He always had the strongest voice, even though he seems to be the calm and gentle one. The second was Zayne. I could feel his anger even through the sound. The third... Steve. That soft one was him. He was always quiet. Always holding his pain inside.
They had followed me here. To Zach’s house.
They weren’t talking to me. Not a single word. But they w
