The next few days are agonizing.
There are shifters outside my house every hour of the day.
Mom and Dad have disappeared, doing… Honestly, I don't know what they're doing.
Phoenix was never around much to begin with, so I'm not surprised that I don't see him.
It occurs to me that I haven't seen Jessa even once since I've been home, but, again, not really surprised. It isn't like we were ever close.
So I pace in my childhood home, trapped, with no idea what's coming next, building nightmare after nightmare of assumptions in my mind. Sometimes I catch Selene's show on TV and watch that. Other times I watch the news, a habit I've gotten used to since working at The Novel Grind. Mrs. Elkins often had it on in the background.
It's amazing how sheltered I was from the human world, even when living in it. I see why Dad never let me watch the news; it's enlightening to see how things are outside of the views of your pack.
