Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nikki
WE MADE IT BACK TO Victor’s cabin in Shore Lake in record time. Three cars were parked in the driveway and two armed guards were standing outside, smoking cigarettes and talking.
“What are we going to do?” I whispered.
We’d landed on the roof of the garage and were crouched down, hidden by the darkness.
“I don’t know. We don’t even know if your mom is inside.”
“She must be, otherwise they wouldn’t have the guards.”
“Good point,” he whispered.
“We could fly to the balcony,” I said, pointing to my bedroom. “Sneak in and try looking for her.”
“Not when they’re standing right there. If they don’t hear us, they might smell us. Lycans have a keen sense of smell since they’re related to the canine family, probably much better than ours.”
“Well then, let’s caus
