Logan's POV
I had no clue where these kids were taking me, but they were my only chance at staying alive.
Kids wouldn't kill me, right? At least not intentionally. They used their walking sticks to navigate the forest floor with ease, and if they planned to ambush me with those same sticks, well, that would be bizarre.
I'd assumed this territory was human-only. No pack scent had hit me when I'd arrived, and I certainly hadn't heard whispers of wolves living in this area.
Clearly, I'd been wrong.
The tallest boy, the one who'd aimed his stick at me earlier, straightened his shoulders and took the lead. "I'm Alessio," he declared with obvious pride.
His companion, shorter but with keen eyes, nodded curtly. "Kellan."
The smallest kid shuffled closer, staring up at me with enormous eyes. "I'm Tucker."
Alessio beamed, obviously their leader. "What do they call you, mister?"
I paused briefly, then answered. "Logan."
