Willow
Willow's heart pattered in her chest as her bare feet pattered on the cobblestone streets. Her hand stuck in Ronan's as he pulled her through the village. She should have been leading the way because she had the streets memorized but Ronan seemed to know the way.
Giddy and excited, she gripped Ronan's hand tightly, glancing around at the quiet dark homes. Now one would dare to watch the streets tonight.
To her knowledge, it had been years since any wolves risked coming into the village but everyone felt safer staying far away from the windows behind their protection charms.
When they made it to the edge of the village, Willow gasped. She pulled away from Ronan and covered her mouth with her hands.
“What's wrong?" he asked, turning to her and putting his hands on her shoulde
