Lucas
Lucas pushed against the main door of Jeremy’s house and found it ajar.
One last time, he glanced back over his shoulder at Jade, who sat shotgun, looking at him from the car.
He knew she couldn’t see the uneasiness on his face. She did not have the same werewolf vision as him. He wanted to make sure she was safe inside the car.
Praying to the moon goddess that Jade kept the gun handy, he let out his breath and stepped into the heavy air of the dark vestibule.
He instinctively knew something was wrong.
Call it a werewolf’s instinct or his own sixth sense, the unsettling feeling was too strong. As if he was late.
What was he late for? He would soon know.
The short vestibule was inconspicuous. Even with everything in its place, the air felt unnatural. As if someone had tampe
