FAYE
The drive through Blood Crescent was quieter than I expected.
Perhaps it was because my mind refused to settle.
My fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
I hoped I was wrong.
I wanted to be wrong.
If this entire trip ended with Helen laughing at how worried I had become over a nightmare, I would happily accept the embarrassment.
Anything was better than the alternative.
The roads gradually became less crowded the farther I drove from the pack house.
A few wolves passed, acknowledging my car with respectful nods.
I returned the gesture absentmindedly before focusing on the road again.
The sooner I reached Helen's house, the sooner my mind could finally settle.
Just as the road curved around a wooded stretch, movement suddenly caught my eye.
A young woman bur
