Celeste
The house felt strangely quiet.
The boys had been gone for hours, leaving Loki and me to our own devices. Jamie had taken Freeze with him to the base for their training run, which meant I had the house—and a very nosy wolfdog—to myself.
I’d spent most of the afternoon curled up on the lounge watching a documentary about wolves.
It was peaceful.
Almost too peaceful.
At one point, a knock sounded at the front door.
I immediately froze.
My eyes went to Loki.
His head lifted from where it rested beside me, his ears pricking forward.
Another knock.
My stomach tightened.
Jamie had specifically told me they weren’t expecting anyone.
So I stayed exactly where I was.
I wasn’t opening that door.
Eventually, whoever was outside left.
But the uneasy feeling remained.
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