By the time I finished straightening up my room, I hear the door open from downstairs.
To my werewolf hearing, I can hear what they're saying.
" Where is Amber?" That sounded like my father.
" She's upstairs cleaning her room." That sounded like John.
" Have you been to check on her in a while?" says my father.
" No Sir, but she hasn't been..." but my father interrupted him.
" No buts John. That's unacceptable. You're supposed to protect her. What if rogues had attacked the house through her room and got her? They've already attacked our house once," says my father. I almost wince at his tone of voice.
I almost feel sorry for John, but I'm not going to go down and try to save him from this. Normally I would, but last time I did, it didn't end well.
I just hope my mother will calm m
