The door creaked as I pushed it open, the old wood groaning like it remembered me. Dust swirled in the faint moonlight spilling through the windows. My old house smelled the same—earth, timber, and a hint of the past—but the air was colder, heavier.
I stepped inside, setting my bag down with a thud. “Home.” I whispered to myself, though the word felt strange on my tongue.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
The voice came from the shadows of the living room. Male, low, and smooth. My entire body went rigid. My wolf surged, claws scratching at the edge of my control.
I spun, eyes narrowing, scanning the dark. “Who’s there?”
A man stepped out of the gloom, tall and lean, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t belong to any pack I knew. His eyes glinted silver in the dim light, unnerving and calm.
