The moment I read the crisp index card, my mind goes into overdrive.
Clearly, someone is messing with me, but who?
I sit on the bed, staring at the picture as the, once possible, suspects seem less likely to be the culprits the more I think about it– can Lycans even cloak their scent?
I frown as I consider the alternative. Does this mean I've been found? But why the silly mind games? And more importantly, how is it that they've managed to breach the security and enter into the Lycans territory unnoticed?
I sigh as I lean over to add this note to the first one before lying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
A light crackle sounds at the window and I jump up startled, swift on my feet to check it out, only to discover it's the mindless taunting of the wind. I sigh, taking a
