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.

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. My best friend had known that she was sending me off with two wolves last night and she hadn’t told

It stung.

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

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

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 wolves,

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

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

that had ever seemed to bother my stepdad. Which I appreciated. It 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 had happened during my mom’s cesarean. She would never be able to have any

wished 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 her, always

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 me smile when he joked around with me. There were plenty of times when I wished

what 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