Chapter SevenOUR MAIN HOUSING COMPLEX had always been a sanctuary to me. It looked much like a small village, only a short distance from Ulaanbaatar. Each family had its own cabin, and we all shared the small forest nearby. Beyond that, we were surrounded by meadows and steppes, rivers and other villages, all the way to the mountains in the far distance.
As I entered the familiar cabin I’d been sharing with my father since before I could remember, I realized I’d lost that feeling of being home. Somehow, it had all changed in the span of a few short weeks. Was it safe? To me, it felt like everyone was watching me. Keeping tabs and maybe reporting to my enemies.
Mongolian, Russian, werewolf or human friends, they all looked suspicious to me. Even in my own room, locked away from the rest o
