Adam and I both jumped out of bed, and I quickly checked on Bentley before walking over to the wardrobe to grab a baseball bat.
“What are you doing with that? You’re a werewolf,” Adam said.
“This is when I don’t want them dead—just hurt,” I replied, and he nodded in understanding.
We left the bedroom and peeked into the hallway. There was still no one there, so we walked to the top of the stairs and looked over the bannister to see the bottom floor of the apartment.
No one was wandering around, and the door was shut and locked. It seemed like no one had entered. I went downstairs to check the balcony door, just in case I had forgotten to lock it.
If anyone had broken in, we would know. These locks won’t keep werewolves out, but at least we would know if they were inside.
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