I couldn’t manage to shake off the feeling of apprehension that had been brewing inside of me since we had realised that something was amiss at home. I knew that Matthew would have been more than willing to state that he reciprocated my feelings, but he was already too far ahead of me for me to bother calling him back with the purpose of making smalltalk.
He was reacting in this way, because I was sure that he could sense the undesirable feeling in the air, the one that had forced my body to tighten to a point that was much tighter than a coil, keeping me on high alert.
My eyes darted from place to place, taking in our surrounds with more than just a single purpose. I was trying to find a sign of any wildlife—whether it be a werewolf, or a bird, both would be welcome. But I found none.
