#Chapter4 Joel

Glenda’s POV

The scent of blood and gunpowder pulled me out of my sleep. Jay’s shriek of fear and his accusations rattled around in my head. Andrew’s cold dead eyes looked at me in shock as if he had some right to blame me for his death.

I killed him, but he was only going to kill me or worse.

I felt no guilt about how he and his father had died, but I was troubled. Would my parents approve of this? Maybe they would have found it in them to forgive Jay and Andrew and everyone else who was a part of the attack.

Who else was out there that might know who I am?

My mind wandered to Matt.

What time was it?

I didn’t know where my phone was and there were no clocks in the room I’d woken up in. The covers were dark and across the room on a shelf was a collection of small figurines of wolves engaged in battle at the base of a tall mountain.

Was it supposed to be Looming Height? Aside from the lovers who climbed to the peak, there were other myths about the mountain, pointing back to centuries