It’s addressed to me.

Without saying anything, I hold out the booklet towards my mother with trembling fingers. She takes one look at it and her face whitens.

We both know what that means.

If my name is registered to this address, then my father can find us. He will find us.

It’s only a matter of time now.

14

Sabrina

Sleep doesn’t come easy after that.

My nerves are all over the place. Every creak in the cabin makes an image of my father at the door instantly flash across my eyes. I hear the wolves howling outside again, as if reminding me and only me that danger lurks just outside these walls. They seem agitated, or excited, I can’t tell which.

When mom leaves for work in the morning, I lock the door behind her and stay put.

I’m not going to school today. In fact, I’m not even leaving this cabin at all. Not now. Maybe not ever. I doubt anyone will notice if I play hooky anyway and it will serve Rory right having to work on some of the project by himself.

If he even knows that the project is.

Let him sit and twiddle his thumbs in class like I had to. Maybe, if I’m really lucky, the teacher will just give in already and let us work on our own. That would save me from having to interact with that asshole ever again.

After all, that seems to be what he wants.

I stay home the next day too. Fortunately, Mom is already getting too burnt out at her new job to pay attention to whether or not I’m actually at school during the day.

When there’s a knock on the door this time, it’s followed by another healthy dose of panic usually reserved for knocks in the middle of the night. This time, however, I don’t fully freak out and grab a lamp—ready to smash it over somebody’s head.

Not, at least, until I’ve snuck a peek through the blinds to see who it is this time.

Despite my heightened nerves, I don’t actually expect to see my father. That would just be too easy. Too expected.

What I don’t expect, however, is to see Marlowe and Kaleb standing outside my door.

For a minute, I think about pretending I’m not home and crawling back up into the loft to hide. But Kaleb catches my stare through the window and there’s something about his eyes that I can’t ever seem to ignore. So, I reluctantly open the door.

“What are you guys doing here?” I ask. “I’m legitimately sitting in my own house this time,” I say sarcastically. “Unless you’re about to tell me something about that too.”

Kaleb chuckles.

“Can we come in?” Marlowe asks.

“Uh, I guess?” I don’t mean the inflection in my voice to come out sounding like a question, but it does.

Why are they here? I tuck my wild hair behind my ears and realize that I haven’t actually looked at myself in a mirror for a couple of days. I also become keenly reminded of the fact I haven’t showered in just as long, when Marlowe takes a big inhale right next to me.

It just wasn’t worth the cold trek outside to the shower, not when I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone out here that might be offended but myself.

Or my father. And in that case, he’d deserve it.

The entire time Mom’s been on another work spree, I’ve just been hunkering down in the house trying to avoid everyone and everything. With the way things have been going lately, these two are the last people I expected to show up on my doorstep.

This seems like the last place they’d want to be. At least Rory isn’t here with them.

I’m not sure I would have answered the door if he was.

Tags: Eden Beck Wolfish Paranormal
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