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.

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

It stung.

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

to have to work out. Just like there were

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

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

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

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

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

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 around with

father and I wasn’t sure 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 he would leave it to me.