-Bella-
My heart raced as I stood in front of the worn brown wooden door. The house Skylar’s father lived in wasn’t large and was quite isolated. He rarely participated in social events or pack dinners, preferring to stay alone.
I wasn’t certain if he was the killer, but I hoped to find out through our conversation. I wished I had my brother’s and father’s intimidating presence, but unfortunately, I inherited my mother’s brown eyes, which were anything but threatening.
I hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door, but there was no answer. I knocked again, but there was still no response.
I tried once more, but silence remained. I leaned over the railing to see if I could glimpse through the window to my right, but the curtains were drawn. I stepped back and sighed, unwilling t
