Chp 8 Pt. 3 The Luna Is Gone

Haley

I can’t believe I am standing in front of the cabin I last saw my parents. It’s looks run down a bit but at least the roof is in tack. As the sun sets I can feel the temperature drop fast so we head inside so we can build a fire inside.

“This will work Hazel. I can pin up blankets so the light doesn’t let out into the night.”

“Are you sure Haley? You might not like what you see inside.”

“We don’t have a choice Hazel. It’s dark and I don’t want to build a fire in the open, we would be spotted too easily.”

She knows I am right. We are just going to have to suck it up and face whatever is inside. Hazel gives me back control and I throw my clothes back on. I carefully walk up the steps, making sure the wood hasn’t rotted. I turn the handle to the front door and push it open. The door creaks open and I have to use my wolf eyes to see where I am going.

Thankfully the windows still have their curtains on them. I rummage through the draws and find the hammer and nails my dad kept a