Taylor’s P.O.V.
On auto-pilot, I followed both Nico and Jason as they carried the wounded man in front of me. And as I was feeling like a chicken with its head being cut off, I followed them blindly, not really knowing what else to do in this situation. I wasn’t going to stay up there on that damn hill. What if the danger hadn’t left and it was coming for me next? I didn’t know much apparently, but I knew for a fact that I couldn’t move as fast as a damn wolf, and my teeth weren’t nearly as sharp to protect myself either in case of an attack.
Nico and Jason stepped towards a house, and as they walked up the front porch, the door had already opened, showing me a somewhat older gentleman as he looked at the scenery in front of him and stepped back, so Nico and Jason could walk into his hou
