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.

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

It stung.

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

it was something that we were going to have to work out. Just like there were things

a messy bun on top of my head and the wind whipped around me and I took a deep breath, trying not to think about wolves, shifters, and everything else

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 brown and the shudders were painted a deep shade of green that made it just feel

house made my worries feel a little less like they were overwhelming. It brought me a sense of peace that right now I needed. Since my mom and Scott had gotten married when I was a teenager, we had spent a lot of summers here. The cabin was much too big for the three of us and mom wouldn’t be giving Scott any

knew that she couldn’t. My birth had not been an easy one and a mix-up had

so that I could have siblings. She never acted like not having more children

Well, maybe one that talked back less. He had never pushed mom about adopting or anything else like that. He was the best

he planned to do with the house when the time came for him. I hated thinking about it being sold off and a part of me hoped that he would leave it