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.

people closest to me had 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.

It stung.

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

to work out.

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

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

lake 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

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

term so that I could have siblings. She never acted like not having more children bothered her, always telling me that I was more than enough for her. But I couldn’t help but wonder if she could have

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

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