Chapter 13The car tires scraped against the snow-coated driveway then halted as Mom put the car in Park. We exited the car and slammed the doors shut. We were then greeted by shouts. Our attention drifted across the street to our neighbor, Mrs. Lars, who happened to be backing toward a clump of trees on the side of her property. Two secret police wolves and a man in a uniform towered before her.
I was about to run across the street when Mom grabbed my arm and refused to let go of me.
“No!” Mom exclaimed. “We can’t help Mrs. Lars.”
It seemed cruel and unfair but she was a parent, and only worried about my safety. It would’ve been nice if we lived in the sort of world where Mom could be cautious about my well-being in addition to helping Mrs. Lars. But no. Mom and I had to consider Kather
