Ammy arrived home to see the front door ajar, the hinges creaking ominously, swinging gently from the wind. She frowned, her stomach twisting with anxious nausea and looked over her shoulder. The street was empty, the sun just beginning to set and the Jason carriage that her alphas had sent her home in was too far down the road to stop. Ammy took a deep breath and turned back to the house, slowly stepping closer, regretting her insistence that she hadn't needed an escort home. Lillian wasn't the type to keep the doors open, unlocked.

Ammy breathed deep again, reaching out to ease the door wider, creeping over the threshold...