Thunder boomed outside, making me jump. Three days had passed since I’d seen the wolf with the glowing green eyes. Three days since I realized this house wasn’t just old. It was hiding something.
Rain hammered against the windows like it was trying to get in. I’d spent the afternoon boarding up broken panes, but water still leaked through, forming little puddles on the floor. My flashlight was the only light I had until the power company could fix things after the storm.
The journal lay open on my lap, its pages yellow and fragile. I traced S.H.’s messy handwriting with my finger. *He saved me again. But when the wolf howls... it sounds human.*
Something heavy thudded upstairs.
I froze, the flashlight shaking in my grip. I’d tried to open the attic door five times since I got here. The
