Chapter 31

While I lay daydreaming on my bed, thinking about my kiss with Weston and what it might have meant I had a noise coming from downstairs. I worriedly got up from the bed and contemplated on whether or not to leave my bedroom. The positioning of our house was always further away from other houses in the pack.

As I headed out, the voices only increased. I cursed, as my door made a creaking noise while opening it. I hated the noise the floor board made while I tiptoed. I headed down the stairs while trying to maintain little to no noise. As I approached the front door, voices reached my ears, drawing me closer. The hushed tones of my stepmother, mingled with the unfamiliar voice of another woman. My curiosity piqued, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Should I eavesdrop on their conversation? A voice inside me urged me to walk away, to respect their privacy. But the urgency in my step mother's voice tugged at my curiosity, and against my better judgment, I succumbed to temp