As I read the address listed from the database, a smile spread across my face. It seemed almost unbelievable. This was the exact location of the old family cabin that held countless childhood memories. Memories of fun summer nights with spooky stories and lots of adventures in the woods. This was the very place my brother and Miranda had hurried to. The burning question is, was it Brent and Miranda in the SUV, or was it one of his men instead?
“So whose address is it?” Meadow asked me once again.
I looked over at her and smiled, “My brother and his mate’s address. Our old family home.”
"Wait, you have a brother?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Yes, I do. I had two, but one passed away." I averted my gaze. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. He died because of me.
"I'm
