The evening air was cooling as Danielle walked, hands tucked into the pockets of her shorts, head bowed slightly.
She kept glancing over her shoulder.
Maybe she should go back to the house? No. She needed to clear her head.
Her thoughts drifted to the beach. One moment she’d been storming off from Christina’s party, and the next, Seth was there, chasing after. She’d become a werewolf.
Danielle shook her head, rubbing her arms. A chill crept up her spine, and her feet paused without permission. She glanced around. The street behind her was empty.
Still, something felt… off.
She forced herself to keep moving. Just nerves.
Her feet crunched over gravel as she left the pavement, following a narrow path between the trees.
Muddy Creek hadn’t been much. Just a shack, really. But it had b
