CHAPTER 12
Now it’s evening, the roads are quiet. We make it home in two and a half hours.
Dread fills my body for the whole time, and as dad drives through the gates and up the long driveway, the feeling intensifies.
The lights in the house are on.
Rushing out of the car, we find Brennan bounding towards us with Honey and Cheyenne following behind. Their faces are wild, and saliva is dripping from Brennan’s mouth. He’s also sporting a limp.
Dad crouches down and examines Brennan’s leg. There’s no wound, but he winces when he touches it. “It’s alright, boy,” he says soothingly, rubbing behind his ears. He checks Honey and Cheyenne too, before going cautiously up to the front door.
“Stay there,” he calls back to us, opening it.
“Be careful, Gil,” mum says, her voice high.
He goes in
