I looked at the house in front of me. I hadn't stepped foot in since before I was attacked by my aunt- who was controlled by the Defesta.
I looked behind me, to the man whose name I learned was Frank. He was standing in the same, guarded position I had seen him in, during the whole day. Getting a plane and not having any of my details was a bit tricky, but luckily there were quite a few werewolves working there at the time and they didn't ask too many questions.
I had asked Frank why we hadn't encountered any of Sarim's people in the airport and he had said that the airport was the one place they heavily guarded because this was the one route of escape they could have full control over.
As I turned my head back to the door, a loud crash thundered across the house. Frank came immediately
