Jack
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet town of Mountain View. Jack's heart raced as he stepped into the dimly lit room, where the Schrieber family meeting was already in full swing. Faces, stern and determined, turned toward him as he entered.
Jack hated coming here. While he was a member of the family, they never spoke outside of these meetings. After what his father did, they had regarded him with suspicion. As far as Jack was concerned, he and Celeste were all alone.
He wasn’t even sure why they had called him here. Nothing of importance had happened. Other than Matt outing himself as a werewolf. But Jack had kept his mouth shut. There was no way the rest of the family knew about it.
"Jack," His grandfather’s voice cut through the tense sile
