Sadie’s POV
He looked at me. I looked at him. The kitchen was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall – the same clock that had been there my entire life, marking seconds that felt longer than they should.
"Wolves," he said. "Not ordinary wolves. Something else. Something that doesn't show up on wildlife cameras and doesn't leave tracks that rangers can identify and has been living in that forest longer than this town has existed."
I stared at him. He stared back.
"You knew," I breathed. "This whole time. Every time you told me the wolves were migrating, every time you said the reports were wrong, every time you locked the doors and checked the windows – you knew."
"Of course I knew. How do you think your mother died?"
"How do you think I've been living on the edge of
