“We're going back to the pack house cuz little miss forgetful forgot to lock the front door.” Brett mind-linked everybody.
I heard everyone else groan in the mind-link.
“I'm sorry! Jeesh!” I exclaimed.
Brett pulled up to the front of the house and I ran out of the car to go lock the door, pushing it to double check that it was securely locked.
Once I was convince that the door was locked, I shoved the key back into my bag and walked back to the car.
But as I was walking back to the car, I saw someone come running out of the bushes, all beat up and bloodied as he panted for air.
I recognize him from somewhere.
Oh, right! He was one of our spiers and trackers. I think his name was Peter. I'm pretty sure that's his name.
I ran towards him to see if he was okay, which he clearly wasn't
