Lydia
"Avery, wait!" I try my hardest not to slip over any gnarled roots or rocks on the ground as I hurry after the grumpy alpha.
I'm panting when Avery turns around. "Oh, you caught up."
"I did!" I take a deep breath. "But my short legs weren't made for this!"
"No one's legs were made for this," Avery grumbles and stops in his tracks. It's so sudden that I almost faceplant into his broad back, but he grabs my arm to steady me. His eyes focus on mine. "Haven't you noticed that we have walked in circles?"
He lets go of my hand, and I look up at him, tilting my head. "Circles? What do you mean?"
"Yeah, there is magic at play here..."
Avery turns his head toward the house, and we both stand rooted in our spots when a hedge grows to block it. Green and tall enough to block out even th
