It was Four AM when the doorbell rang, Zoe shifted in her bed still asleep but her werewolf ears were sensitive. The doorbell rang again, and she groaned and sat up in her bed. Her hair flew in every direction, eyes still struggling to open. Angrily she grabbed her jacket from the floor, ran her hand through her hair, and made her way to the door.

She walked past her sister’s bedroom wishing she was the younger one. The wooden floor was cold, as she walked down the steps into the empty house. Her parents were out and she had to take care of the house tonight.

James Hill stood...