Speaking of family, there’s something about Jesse’s brother, Wade. Then there’s Jesse, Devon’s childhood best friend who quit college unexpectedly and came home, hiding his own secrets even from his family. The tree mentions the hunters, the witches, and the silent one as guardians of the town. While pondering how to help Maria and find out whose after her, there’s also the matter of Oak, a… a spirit? A vision? A creature of the woods Devon meets in his dreams that speaks to him as if he’s someone important. Nothing much at first, just small pranks, but an icy patch on the sidewalk could have caused her an injury, or a ladder that’s been half sawn-through indicating that things are escalating. A new arrival to the town - Maria - is plagued with mysterious accidents. In Rowan Harbor, as in every small town, there are endless secrets. Soon Devon’s temping in his grandmother’s knitting shop under the watchful eye of the town, and it isn’t long before he learns one of the problems his grandmother wants him to look into. With as much damage as his car took, he’ll need quite a bit of change to get it repaired. Soon he’s up, his arm in a cast, and trying to figure out what his grandmother wanted and how he can earn his keep while he’s staying here. It’s not long before he’s tucked into bed in his grandmother’s house, safe and secure and taken care of. Anderson - an old man who has known Devon since he was a child - drives him to the hospital, where a nurse, who is a member of his grandmother’s knitting club, tends to his broken arm. It isn’t long before rescue comes, this time in human form. With a growl and a last lick, it is gone. It seems concerned, especially when Devon, fighting a concussion, can’t help but almost dropping off to sleep.
It’s big, this wolf, and manages - somehow - to open the car door, enough so that Devon can crawl his way out of the wreckage. Somewhere in between the haze of sleep and the reality of pain and disorientation, Devon sees a wolf. Tired, hungry, and with a head wound Devon’s mind begins to wander. His reflexes are fast enough to save the deer, but not enough to save his father’s car, which ends up crashing into a tree. As the long hours and endless miles catch up with him, Devon, pushing past the weariness because he’s close to home, almost runs into a deer. Because she asked - which she never does, and wouldn’t do without a good reason - Devon drops everything and starts driving to Oregon. While languishing in his latest temp job somewhere in Minnesota, Devon gets a call from his grandmother asking him to come home and asking for help.
Devon Murphy grew up in the small town of Rowan Harbor, a town where everyone knows everyone else and has their nose firmly in everyone else’s business.
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