Though Harlow tried hard not to assume the worst, she began to consider the terrible possibility that Asani might've killed Mr. Gilbert. As she rubbed her clammy hands onto her jeans, she mulled over what she would do if Asani were responsible. Would she leave him or turn him into the authorities? Neither option was appealing. Perhaps she was morally bankrupt because the thought of protecting him was all she cared about. Yet, images of Mr. Gilbert coming by the store replayed within her mind, and she instantly felt guilty for her selfish thoughts. Nevertheless, she clung to hope, as she and Maura followed Asani through the woods to where Jamba and the rest of the pack had made camp.
"Harlow, Harlow!" Maura hissed beneath her breath.
Harlow rolled her eyes. Even without Asani having enha
