Jace
Jordan and Patrick burst into the main house panting and puffing. Jose and I are startled from where we are sitting on the couch in the living room. I immediately dash to the door where they are standing.
"We have spotted shifters from the Redclaw pack roaming around the forest," Patrick says. His face is a mess of sweat an uncountable evidence that he has been running.
"What are they doing here?" I shout at nobody. I clench my fists in rage, and fight the urge to punch holes into the wall.
"We have no idea. We have been chasing them around the forest but I think they want us to just run around with no clear intentions," Jordan says.
"Did they go away?" Jose inquires from behind me.
"We don't know if they are gone. They just disappeared into the darkness of the thick woods and
