“What are the chances of us crossing paths with this family again?” Arvel asked as he stared at them. His heart was still racing, and I could sense that a certain nervousness was still hanging over him.
“It's just a coincidence, Arvel,” I said, staring at them. “They arrived today. We're leaving tomorrow; don't worry. Besides, they seem to me to be the kind of people who don't know or don't believe that people like us exist. To them, they were wolves, and even if they did, they'd have no way of knowing it was us,” I said. Arvel didn't seem like the kind of person who would mind that kind of exposure.
“I know, Anna. I guess I'm just angry that they invaded the property. It's because of people like them that that happened in the past,” he said. “That incident broke me. I also feel that, af
