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I stand on the curb facing the house. So, this is where Kat lived most of her life? I never actually made it to the house the night she turned for the first time. We shifted and searched the area where we believed she was bitten. We should’ve come to see her instead. That will be one of my biggest regrets, that we searched for the man who attacked her instead of coming here and helping her.
I walk around the property to see if I sense any magic. I do two loops, but there isn’t any trace of it. My brothers are going to be pissed that I’m searching the property by myself after Ash told me to take reinforcements. Hell, I would be too if one of my brothers did the same. A part of me hopes that I run into Theo out here alone. I want to slice him up and hack him to pieces. The others would just go in for the kill, but I. . . I want to make it hurt.
I stand cautiously at the entrance of the house, looking all around for any signs of Theo. He didn’t smell like a supernatural, but there is no other way to explain why Ava is shifting.
I twist the doorknob and find it unlocked. Strange, but before I think better of it, I push it open and let go of the handle.
I gasp, nearly dropping the knife in my hand but catching it before it falls to the floor.
Everything is gone. It’s like no one has ever lived here.
I invite myself in and take silent, careful steps as I walk through the living room, through the dining room, and then into the kitchen. Everything looks spotless. I walk upstairs to the bedrooms, and all of them are perfectly empty.
I linger outside the biggest room of all, and knowing this is where Kat slept makes me angry and territorial. How I wish he were here so I could kill him.
I open the door to the master bedroom, and the place is just like the other rooms in the house. There is nothing to show that a family has lived here.
I don’t smell anything. It’s like it’s been vacant for years instead of months.
So if Theo Antonelli doesn’t live here anymore, where the hell is he?
Where the hell are you, Theo?
Chapter eight
Kat
It’sthemiddleofDecember now, and for the last couple of days, my stomach has been turning like it knows something big is about to happen. I haven’t gotten a call from Theo since that early morning when he demanded custody of our kids, and I know he’s getting ready for something big. I just don’t know what it is.
Theo won’t sit there and do nothing, especially when I hung up on him. No, not my ex husband he does whatever the fuck he wants. He always has and always will. He’s got friends in high places, so even if I’m supernatural and can cause serious damage, he’ll still be protected.
I’m waiting on the edge of my seat for his next move, and I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. It did feel good standing up to him, and I’d probably do it again, but knowing the way that man operates, he doesn’t like to lose. He’ll hit harder next time, and that’s what scares me. I should be preparing, but it’s hard when you don’t know what to prepare for.
Life has been nothing but chaos since I turned into a wolf, and it’s only been a couple months.
It’s been a week since my daughter turnedinto a shifter, and although she hasn’t been able to fully turn into a wolf, that’s a problem for another time. It’s strange to even think about it. Only a few months ago, I thought everyone was a regular human and then. . .bam! I get bitten and my whole world changes.
Ava was doing much better when I visited her the next day at the cabin. Her color had returned, and it was like nothing happened to her. She appeared completely fine. Ash assured me it was because she has faster healing abilities now and that it was safe for her to finally come home and get settled back into her normal routine.
I can’t help but think about whether or not I’d be scared of her if I wasn’t a shifter. I’d like to think I’d be an understanding mom, but the doubt keeps creeping in. In the back of my mind, I wonder how this shit happened or if Ezra is going to go through the same thing.
“Hey, Ava.” I walk into her room. She looks chipper sitting on her bed with books, pencils, pens, and binders piled on top of her zebra comforter.
It’s hard being a mom of teens. I feel like you can never really know if you’re doing a great job. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter what age you are, you’ll always be wondering if you’re being a good mom, but throwing the supernatural world into our daily lives has been disruptive. All I know is that I’m doing my best with what life has thrown at me.
“Mom.” I look up at Ava who is now in front of me. Not realizing I’ve sat in the corner of her bed. She leans over her schoolwork and grabs my hands in both of hers. “This is not your fault. You know that, right?” I want to look away, thinking I’ll see disgust in her beautiful face, but instead, I see happiness, and my jaw unclenches.
She squeezes my hand in comfort. “I can’t help but feel like this is all my fault. . .” If I hadn’t gotten bitten, maybe she wouldn’t have turned too. Unless. . . No. It can’t be.
“Mom, none of this is your fault. There’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent this. Life has thrown so much shit at us,” I want to correct her for cursing, but it seems small compared to all we’ve been through. “We’ve survived what life has thrown at us, and we’ll do it again. This is not the end for us.”
I smile. “Ava, when did you get so philosophical?” She chuckles, gripping my hands tighter.
“I’ve always been this smart.” Heavy footsteps approach the room, and I already know who they belong to.
We both turn our heads and find Ezra leaning against the door.
“Yeah, right. I’ve got the smart genes from Mom. You come in second.”
