Ava
“I’m looking for my father. Tall man, blond hair, blue eyes. Have you seen him?”
One of them, a bald man with a scar on his cheek, looked around and muttered something behind him that she wouldn’t have heard without her wolf’s senses.
“She alone?”
The answer he got from the wolves inside must have satisfied him, because he nodded to the other hunter. This one looked younger, probably in his early twenties, and his face wasn’t as hardened as the older guy’s.
“Please,” Ava said, stepping forward again. “I’ve been walking all night. My father is missing, I have to find him.”
Bab Populer