Meghan's POV.
Eight years, six months ago:
"Looks like one hell of a party."
The girl with hair the colour of midnight jumped when I suddenly spoke behind her.
She jumped, but she remained seated.
She was surprised by my presence, but not scared.
I wasn't sure how I felt about that yet.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here? This is private territory."
Her words were defensive. Her tone was not.
I shrugged.
"It's a nice night for a stroll."
The pretty girl looked me up and down, taking her time to decide what she thought of me. When she had made up her mind, she turned her gaze back at the large fire and dancing wolves in front of her.
She didn't say anything.
I took a step toward her. She still didn't say anything. Instead, she breathed a heavy sigh and rested her chin o
