Isabella
Almost crawling through the grass, I managed to reach the old wooden porch and climb the steps.
Soaked to the skin and shaking, I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
“Hello?” I called out, limping over to the window to peer into the dark interior.
It looked like a cozy little cabin, like a place to rest, and it was definitely lived in; nothing looked neglected or dirty, not even the glass in the window.
“He...llo...”
“Isa, I don’t think there’s anyone here. We’re going to have to go in without asking,” my wolf told me, tense and worried.
“I’m a friend of... Monica, please...” I whispered, feeling the temperature in my body rise, burning me up from the inside.
That was what usually happened when I pushed past my limits, and today I’d done way more than that.
A creak
