Emma Spencer.
Once I hang up the phone, I stare at the display before me. I can see how entire families sit around Dad’s improvised campfire.
The safe house is a cabin, immersed in the forest. It is a remote place, which has strategic surveillance points. Being wide and far away, it can accommodate many people.
The neighbors have showed great organizational skills. Once they got here, they quickly organized themselves and set up tents so they could camp. They say that being a Lycan, sleeping outdoors, is no big deal.
“Is everything okay, honey?”
“Yes Dad. It was Peter.” I see how everyone stops talking, attentive to what I have to say,
I sigh and say, “Apparently, King Harry sent his men to search our houses, Dad.”
“Oh, my goddesses!” Mom exclaims.
“Did they take the letter
