Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twelve: The lake house

Tillie

It felt like the air around me was changing as I drove along the road that led up to the lake house. I didn’t know what it was about this place, but it always filled me with a feeling of coming home. A sense of peace that I didn’t get anywhere else. It was like just being here in the woods, close to my stepdad’s childhood home, was recharging my mental batteries.

Thick trees lined the roads and even though I wasn’t driving slow enough to see them, I knew that there were all kinds of wildlife creatures in the forest. It made me think of the wolf that I had seen last night.

Well, wolf wasn’t quite right. She was a shifter and Jason had told me her name was Mira.

Were their shifters out there in the woods, watching me now? I hoped there wasn’t. I didn’t want there to be, for now, I just wanted to relax and not think about anything that had happened yesterday and this morning.

lied to me and even though I had told Charity that we would be fine. I worried that we wouldn’t be. She was a shifter and had kept that secret from me. My best friend had known that she was sending me off with two

It stung.

been my choice to go with them. And I was a big girl, but I didn’t have all the information she did. I didn’t know what they were and a heads up would have been nice. If the roles were reversed, I didn’t know if I would handle things the way that she had. I didn’t have any secrets from her and it hurt

best friend over this, but it was something that we were going to have to work

into a messy bun on top of

here sometime soon and trim the trees back. The two-story log cabin came into view and I felt something inside of me relax. The wood was stained a deep dark

me a sense of peace that right now I needed. Since my mom and Scott had gotten married

wasn’t that I didn’t want my mom and him to have any kids. I just knew that she couldn’t. My birth had not been an easy one and a mix-up

have siblings. She never acted like not having more children bothered

was his daughter. That if he could have had one with mom, he wouldn’t have asked for anything different. Well, maybe one that talked back less. He had never pushed mom about adopting or anything else like that. He was the best father figure that I could

I wasn’t sure what he planned to do with the house when the time came for him. I hated thinking about it being sold off and