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.

to the window. Closing it and looking out into the darkness, wrapped my arms around my body. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to try

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 was strange

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

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 feel a little better. There was no one out here to see me if I wanted to stay in my bra and yoga pants but

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

Jason, I was going to have to ask them about it. At this point,

The lake house was in the 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 that wanted to run and hide

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

moved over to my bags. Picking them up, I headed over to the big stairway that dominated the living room and entryway of the cabin. My legs ached and I was ready for a long bath

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