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.

be. She was a shifter

It stung.

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

going to have to work out. Just like there were things that I was going

reached over, rolling the windows down to let the cool afternoon air feel the car. The air smelled crisp and clean, with hints of the forest that surrounded me. My hair was pulled into 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

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

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

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 had happened during my mom’s cesarean. She would never be able to have any more children after the doctor

that things could be different. That something would happen and mom would get pregnant and be able to carry the baby to term so that I could have siblings. She never acted like not having more children bothered

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 have asked for and he always made

what he planned to do with the house when the time came for him. I