Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: The howl in the night

Tillie

A snarling howl sounded in the distance and I snapped awake. A cold chill went down my spine and I didn’t know if it was from the chill breeze that blew in through the window or the fear of whatever was in the woods that surrounded the lake house.

Standing up, I stretched my aching body. Feeling my muscles scream in protest from falling asleep on the couch.

It wasn’t that the couch wasn’t comfortable; it was. My body was just worn out from everything that I had gone to and I had slept for longer than I had meant to. After I had gotten off of the phone with Ryan. I hadn’t bothered to pull my shirt on after we’d had phone sex. Instead, I had laid down on the couch. Pulling the soft throw over my body and drifting off for what I thought would be a quick nap.

my body. Rubbing my hands

lot had happened and I knew that I was still coming to terms with everything that had happened. It was probably just part of my dream, which

I turned away from the window. There was nothing out there and even if there was, it was probably just a normal

the tank top that I had stripped off earlier when I was talking to Ryan. I picked my cell phone up from where it had fallen off of the couch when I was sleeping. Tucking it into the tight pockets of my pants before leaning down and picking my tank top up off of the floor. I shook it out before pulling it on. It did little to chase away the chill but it made me

even a thing. Or maybe more wolf shifters. Or hell at this point it could

they were. When I talked to Ryan, Travis, and Jason, I was going to have to ask them about it. At this point, though, it wouldn’t shock me to learn that bear shifters were a thing and that scary fae creatures were real too.

middle of nowhere and the closest neighbors were over five miles down the road. I had never really worried about locking up things before but something in me, that primal part of my brain. The one

over to the front door, I ran my fingers over the lock. It was an old iron lock that I was pretty sure was older than Scott. 1 didn’t know why he and mom didn’t replace the lock but I supposed it didn’t matter. The lock worked just fine, I listened to the bolt slide

dominated the living room and entryway of the cabin. My legs ached and I was ready for a long bath

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