Wren POV
Jasmine is ready to shift if I need her. My claws extend from my fingers, and I slowly push the door open. It creeks loudly, causing me to cringe. The house appears to be empty, and nothing has been touched. Lifting my nose into the air, I try to find a scent, but whoever was here was smart. They covered their scent. If they knew how to do that, they would know what I am.
Something falls to the ground in my bedroom, and I hold my breath. Jasmine is growling in my head, ready to rip them apart. Inching my way down the hallway, I press my back against the wall. I listen for sounds in the bedroom, and I swear someone is crying.
I peek into the bedroom and see Charlie crying on my bed. His head is resting in his hands, and he is definitely crying. My legs move faster than
