AMBER POV
I slipped inside, my eyes immediately finding Dad asleep on the couch. His chest rose and fell gently. Carefully, quietly, I reached for the keys peeking out of his side pocket. My fingers brushed against the soft fabric of his pants. With a slow, deliberate movement, I slid them out. "I'm sorry, Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I hope you can forgive me." A pang of guilt hit me, but I pushed it down. I had to go.
Turning, I started towards the front door, the familiar weight of the keys in my hand. I knew where Dad had parked his car last night. Just as I reached the porch, I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind me.
"Where are you going?" a slurred voice questioned. I turned around, surprised. A wolf I'd never seen before stood swaying
