Leaves crunched behind us. I turned my head to the side, fangs extending as I growled.
“I smell food,” a meek voice said from a few yards away.
“Who is it?” Fallon scented the air just as I did. I looked at her. She looked at me. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
*
Danielle and Amber came crashing through the underbrush. Their matching sundresses were torn and dirt-stained. Amber limped along with straps flapping on one sandal. Mud streaked their faces and clumped in their hair. We’d been out here less than two days and they looked like we were in the apocalypse.
Why are they acting like humans?
Very funny.
Amber hung back a few steps, discreetly sniffing the air, while Danielle–the older by what must have been five minutes–stepped forward.
“This is crazy, right?” Danielle smiled big, sh
