Anticipation shivers through Nick, in his shoulders and his spine and the palms of his hands. He stays close to them both, to the girls that he loves, to the mortal boy that loves them as they work their way through the woods.

"Almost feels like home," he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. No-one's going to be hunted through these trees, not tonight, but the air thrums with magic and possibility both .