Amelia's Point of View.
It was another couple of hours before Peyton returned. I still hadn't left my room, and during that entire time I had only put my book down once when my ears had been filled with the sound of howls.
I'd jumped out of my skin when the noise had started. It was incredibly loud and came from every direction. But once I'd got over the initial shock of the volume and listened to the contents, it reduced me to tears.
The noise was sorrowful and mournful. It was coming from the wolves of this pack, and they were heartbroken. I pushed myself up from my bed and wandered over to the window. Peering through the glass, I saw a beautiful gray wolf, down on its haunches with its massive head resting on its paws.
I stared at it with fascination. I could count on one h
