Calla's Perspective
As usual Maya was already there and in our booth when I arrived, but instead of her typical cheerful energy, she looked tense and worried. When she saw me, relief flooded her features.
"Thank god you're okay," she said immediately, standing to hug me. "I was starting to panic."
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked, settling into the booth across from her. But even as I asked the question, I noticed Maya kept glancing toward the windows, as if she was watching for something.
"You said you had news," Maya said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency. "What's going on?"
I told her about the wolf sightings in my neighborhood, about Mom and Dad's concerns, and about the growing sense that the threats Anya had mentioned were moving closer to my human life.
Maya's ex
