"Father, it seems like they're hiding somewhere where we can't find them." With a scowl on her face, Augusta spoke. She paced around the table with folded arms. "Last night, I checked the woods where the werewolves always commit murder, but it was clean. It's like they haven't in weeks." She turned to look at October, who was sitting quietly and paying no attention to what they were talking about. Recently, Scarlett had been on her mind. Scarlett has been quiet for the past three days.
That was fairly typical, and it happens frequently, but throughout the process of being quiet, she would constantly yell at October. But she hadn't for three days. October questioned whether the therapy she underwent was effective. If she had known how successful it would be, she ought to have taken action
