Camila's POV
It was late. Too late. I held Maia in my arms, stroking her fur as I looked out of the window every three seconds. Mark hadn't returned yet, and I couldn't deny the worry in the pit of my belly.
He had fixed the window since my breakout two days ago. The injuries I sustained were light, most of which has healed over by now. Thankfully, no one had followed me back to the cabin.
Mark wasn't back yet. Was it midnight now? Past midnight? I had no idea. My mind came up with the worst scenarios. Had he gotten into trouble? Was he alright? Or was work just holding him back?
I heard a dull thump. Maia jumped out of my lap and rushed out of the half open door.
"Maia!" I hissed, calling her to return. She didn't listen. I got up and ran after her.
There was someone in the living
