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

It stung.

it had been my 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

to have to

me. My hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of my head and the wind whipped around me and

the driveway. 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

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

that she couldn’t. My birth had

could have siblings. She never acted like not having more children bothered her, always telling me that I was more

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 I could have asked for and he always made me smile when he joked

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 to me. That i could live out my