Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Nineteen: Just a normal wolf and a question

Stepping out onto the balcony, the wood of the patio was cold under my feet but it made me feel connected to everything out here. I sucked in a deep lungful of the crisp night air. This was my favorite view in the whole world. The way the balcony looked out over the water and the view of the trees. It was breathtaking, the way the moonlight reflected on the dark, calm surface of the water.

A snarling growl vibrated through the air, making chills shoot up my spine. My pulse raced and I could hear the quick thumping loud in my ears. Something was out there. It hadn’t just been in my dreams. I moved closer to the wooden railing that surrounded the balcony. Resting my hands on the peeling, weathered top, I looked out at the forest.

I held my breath as I waited for the sound again. My eyes moved along the treeline, trying to pinpoint where the sound had come from. It could be Travis, Ryan, or Jason. They didn’t know where I was and Ryan had asked me not to tell him.

A howl sounded out and I whipped my head around in the direction of the deep sound. A gray wolf was at the entrance of the walking trail, his big head thrown back as he let out another howl.

It was just a wolf, a normal wolf. Not a shifter, just one of the creatures that lived in the forest. I let a breath, relaxing as I watched the beast move to stand. He padded back into the woods, not looking back at the house. I didn’t know why he was this close to the house. Normally, we didn’t see too much wildlife unless we went deep into the woods.

I wouldn’t be taking any late night walks into the woods this trip? Or if I did, I was going to have to take the bear spray

Closing the balcony doors and clicking the lock into place. I turned on the small pink salt lamp on my nightstand, watching it glow to life. It wasn’t incredibly bright, but it

the door and sat them on the floor. Tomorrow, I would unpack my bag. For

over to the bed, I pulled the covers back; I crawled beneath the cool cotton sheets with a sigh. They smelled

text message icon, scrolling through the messages from Travis. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my fingertip over the first message

Matilda, I’m sorry. I know that I messed up.

contact information. Well, his first name. It dawned on me that I didn’t know his or the others’ last names. I should really ask them about that. Pressing the phone symbol, I lifted the cell phone to

didn’t. Instead, Travis’ voice sounded from the

phone didn’t even ring.”