“Yeah, we’re being followed.” Patricia, or Trisha as she requested to be called, mutters, grabbing onto my arm. “We need to use another path.”
“How did you know that?” I ask her in awe. I’m not a good werewolf in my human form, so I am not as sound-sensitive as most wolves are. I did have some of the sixth sense, the one that made me feel the stare from before. But I’ve been told that it wasn’t as prominent as others.
But I ought to have more sensitivity to sound than she does. Who even was this girl? She smelled entirely human, otherwise, I’d have wondered if she was supernatural.
She grabs onto my arm and pulls me through the streets and side alleys of the town like a secret agent, eyes constantly darting to see if there are threats around. There isn’t much place to hide in towns like
