Jerimiah smiles within as he notices his own face plastered on her mirror with a red heart drawn around it. From the window, he can see that she is sleeping and he takes a moment to admire her beautiful futures with the full-moon-light shinning on her.
"What are you doing here?" a voice comes from behind Jerimiah.
“I can ask you the same thing. Is it not a bit late for an old woman to be roaming around in the dark?” Jerimiah asks not surprised by Elizabeth's presence as he could hear her a mile away.
“I am watching out for my family. With you allowing the pack to shift freely puts this town in danger,” Elizabeth spat at him.
“The pack? Don’t you mean; my pack?” Jerimiah rubs salt into her wounds.
“You know what I mean,” Elizabeth says angrily.
“What are you going to do? Last time
