3rd P.O.V
In a tree high enough for no one to expect a peeping tom and low enough to hear everything sat a big old grey owl observing his target he has been searching for many years. He feels a little guilty for using the royal pack as he will be doing from this point forward, but he has no choice. The spiky black haired woman who ran out of the house did not run very far. She ran out of sight from any window the cabin might have. The yellow eyes of the old owl are focused on her. She looked panicked as she came out of the cabin, but now she seems mischievous. He knows what they truly are. So, her sudden change in demeanour is not a shock to him. They have been playing these games with the supernatural beings in this world for many years.
Soon the leader of this elite group came out of
