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.

I had told Charity that we would be fine. I worried that we wouldn’t be. She was a shifter and had kept

It stung.

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 that she would keep something

were going to have to work out. Just like there were

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

It was a bit overgrown and I was going to have to come out 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 brown and the shudders were painted a deep shade of green that made it just feel perfect. The way that it sat framed by thick pine

I needed. Since my mom and Scott had gotten married

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 had

to carry the baby to term so that I could have siblings. She never acted

or anything else like that. He was the best father figure that I could have asked for and he always made me smile when he joked around with me. There were plenty of times when I wished that

the time came for him. I hated thinking about it being sold off and a part of me hoped that