Lesley's POV

"Dean?" I called out and just went in. Goddess, if I caught my brother in bed with someone--- I was blackmailing him from now to eternity, my wicked self though. But the small two-bedroom house at the end of the street smelled nice and clean. In fact, it didn't smell of any other wolf other than Dean, making me think, that perhaps he liked his solitude. Or was it something else? Something more--- sinister? Deeper scars, perhaps?

"Upstairs!" sounded from--- way upstairs. I got up the stairs and came face to face with a latter, that went to the attic.

"Seriously?" I muttered, testing the steps for security....