ERIK
Clayton's parents' household was an elegant and spacious mansion nestled in the woods, built in full 1970s style: a two-story and an attic house with rigid, rectangular shapes, with large windows and painted a now faded white, as if no one had taken care of it for twenty years.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a foreign movement to my left: I turned sharply, ready to strike - but the dark wolf half-hidden in the bushes was no enemy.
It was Lucas, staring straight into my eyes - not a furious look, or filled with accusation, but one of understanding. A look that meant "I'm willing to work with you to save someone we both love."
Clearly, I had underestimated him and the Red Bloods - they had found out about the house too, and put two and two together. Heck, considering he wa
