Josie
We crept out through the back fortress of the pack house, making sure we kept to the shadows to avoid being spotted.
Marcy led the way to an old house in the borders of the pack, surrounded by weeds and littered messily.
My nose shot into the air, scrunching in disgust as I glanced around.
I couldn't believe my parents were living in such a place, dilapidated and so…not like them.
"Josie, wait out here," Marcy said, turning to me. "I'll be right back."
"W-what?" A bolt of panic shot through my spine, swaying me forward. "Marcy…"
I glanced around the stark, empty, cluttered space, littered with fallen logs of woods and debris, realizing for the first time, the mistake I'd made coming here. Without informing my mates. Any of them.
A creepy chill scattered across my skin, fear bristling from the pit of my stomach.
A deep curiosity and subtle concern pushed my feet forward, closer to the dilapidated building.