"We need to go back," August whispered to Finn. "Something is wrong."
"What do you mean?" Finn replied, eyebrows pinching together as he frowned. "There is nothing to truly be afraid of, Luna."
"We need to get the pups out of here, too," she said, ignoring him and scanning the area to see if she could determine how many pack members were all the way out here.
She didn't know what it was that she was sensing or what those forms were out there in the woods that weren't connected to her like the rest of the pack, but it made her uneasy. Even if she was mistaken and there was nothing out there—even if it was just a result of the heightened fear that she had being out here in this silly haunted forest—she didn't want to risk continuing on. It didn't feel right.
Thankfully she didn't have to think of an excuse to lure the pups back toward the pack house, because a male about Finn's age came rushing down the path from behind them, causing them both to turn.
