Sana watched Dahyun’s blood blacken. Every time she blinked, she saw Dahyun pinned to a wall by the werewolf’s claws. At first she’d thought the fae's heart had been pierced. She hadn’t thought twice about forcing the wolf to sleep. That had been a mistake, because the wounds deepened as both fell. There had been so much blood that Sana’s throat had burned. So had her eyes.

She shook her head. Her eyes were warming again. She forced them to become brown. 

“Both are at home now,” Nayeon said. “The girl wasn’t badly hurt, she just fainted, so I told her that she was just walking home when she tripped.” 

“And the wolf?” 

“If this was the first time he turned, he’ll know what to do when there’s a full moon next.” She frowned at the scene before them. “If not, then he’ll remember he almost killed two people, but he won’t remember who, nor how he got hurt. Just that he has to make sure it never happens again.” 

“Who was it?”

“Mark,” Nayeon sighed, “so I know this wasn’t intentional.”

“What I don’t understand is how we didn’t know he was there.” Only when the scent of Dahyun’s blood had reached her, did she even know someone had been attacked. 

“Chaeyoung thinks it was purposefully hidden.” Jihyo said. “But the girl wasn’t a witch, so I don’t see how that would have worked.” 

If they still had an affinity to magic, they would have been able to sense the remnants of the spell. She had a fleeting thought of asking Dahyun, but she’d leave that for another day. 

“So the witch wanted an attack we wouldn’t be able to find?” Nayeon moved from one side of the alley to the other. 

Sana finished burning away the blood to black flakes. “The spell can’t block out scents,” she said. “A vampire would definitely have come.” The smell of blood still lingered. It was still of forest and fresh air, but she detected undertones of flowers and fruits. She shut her eyes, trying to suppress the hunger that arose. She’d thought before that Dahyun’s scent was just something to marvel at for how strange it was. Yet in this alley, the scent had grown more appealing, as if inviting her to taste it. She felt ashamed that she wanted to. 

“That makes no sense,” Jihyo frowned, “all it does is bring more attention to the supernatural than need be. A person cut up and drained of blood?” She scoffed. “The media would be all over it.” 

“I’m going back,” Sana said. Maybe they were just being overly suspicious. It wasn’t something they'd figure out today. “We’re in the forest. She took another potion to heal.”

The older girl nodded, her expression softening. “She didn’t get bitten, did she?” 

“No, I checked.” Twice. Saying goodnight, she left the alley. She stopped to pick up some pizza. She ordered three, knowing that Momo would eat at least one. And if Sana was being honest, she would too. 

When she got back, Momo and Dahyun were sitting in silence. She saw why, Dahyun was nodding off, reminding Sana that she didn’t sleep—that she didn’t have a home. That the begged the question of why. Did she not have one to go back to? Had she left it? Been forced to? If Sana's experience told her anything, it was that you had to wait until that story was told. It had with Tzuyu.

Momo sat with her knees hugged to her chest. She was looking at Dahyun with a small frown. Sana hadn’t understood why Momo had been so panicked when Dahyun had had her fear attack. Now she understood. The girl might not have been here long, but she had already made an impression. It went beyond the curiosity of what she was and where she came from. Things were and had been happening to her. She wasn't telling them what that was. That should have been a red flag. Yet the more she saw of Dahyun, the more she realised that the fairy wasn't some malevolent being. Hell, she'd given a healing potion she needed to a wolf who had nearly torn her apart.

There was something else too. It also went beyond simple attraction to her scent or her looks. A part of Sana wanted to just know who Dahyun was. She couldn't yet wrap her head around why.

“Anyone hungry?” Sana put on a smile. 

“Me.” Momo returned it. 

Dahyun straightened, but a sharp breath escaped her. Sana wished they could do something more, but waiting here was the best they could do. Actually, it was the only thing the girl would allow them to do. Said person reached out, putting her bag on her knees. She pulled out a