Helen POV
When I managed to wake up, the stirring voices around me had stalled. I watched the unfamiliar faces in the small, wood home stay perfectly still, looking down at me. my hands ran across my body, noticing the patches of natural bandages they placed there.
I peeled a sticky, ointment sticky Lilypad off my hip, exposing the dainty scar underneath.
“Where am I at?” I panted, panicked. “What pack is this? Lone Wolf?”
The younger wolf nearest to me shook his head, the female I saved in the woods behind his shoulder. “You’re with Small Oak,” he sighed. “We’re a small, riverfront pack. I’m Ezequiel and my half-sister, Martha, she brough you here.”
“Oh,” I groaned, sitting up to see them watching me closely. “I’ve never heard of this pack.”
Ezequiel grinned softly. “We’re not real
