Chapter 3: Leashes and Phone CallsTom stood behind Tristan as they knocked on John’s door. He’d moved there a few years earlier. No one knew where he’d come from or why he’d moved to Nortown, of all places. Tom had no idea what he did for a living. He had a hard time picturing him doing anything. Where would he fit in? Whenever Tom saw him, which wasn’t often, he thought of a mistreated animal—skittish and scared.
John lived in a cabin on the outskirts of town, not unlike the one Tristan and Aiden had, but he didn’t work in the woods. Sometimes, on early mornings, when Tom was on his way to the forest, he’d see John having breakfast at Jen’s, usually before she officially opened. But he’d never seen him talk to anyone.
The door opened a fraction, and wide green eyes similar to Aiden’s st
