Derry’s POV.
“Derry,” they call, taunting me again.
“Go away, I’m trying to concentrate!” I scream. Although I make no sound, because I don’t have a body, well, not one I have use of anyway. My wolf powers forward, taking no notice of me or the voices calling to me. The voices must be in my head because my wolf doesn’t notice them, she’s on constant high alert. She knows we are in danger, especially since someone tried to shoot us when she decided she wanted lamb for dinner. I wish she would listen to me. She has great instincts, but she doesn’t understand this world the way that I do. She doesn’t know that it’s perfectly legal to shoot at a dog that’s worrying a farmer's cattle. At least I hope the farmer thought she was a dog, otherwise, we are in a whole new world of trouble. The onl
