Chapter One – Ding Dong

DPOV:

I was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Chloe. I really didn't know what the movie was called or what was happening. I just liked being near Chloe. She has this calming effect on me. Whenever I'm near her I just can't help but relax. I've still been on edge, paranoid that Edison Group found us and that we'd have to move again.

Simon and Tori were out back, practicing their self defense lessons. Dad was in his study, checking up on clients and paper work. Lauren was out, doing grocery shopping. One of us would have gone with her but she denied saying that we would just get in the way and she would get finished faster if she was alone.

Tori and Simon came in from the backyard, bickering, as always.

"Tori, what if you didn't have your spells and some guy was coming at you and—"

"And I would kick him in between—"

"He's got a gun too; pointed right at your head."

"Oh Simon, just shut up. You're just mad I hit you with a knockback spell."

"I am not! I'm mad because you're a horrible student and you never listen."

"I do too listen! You're pissed because I'm better at magic than you!"

"You're just a bi—"

"Just shut up! Both of you!" Chloe interrupted them.

Dad came out of his study. "What is all this commotion about?"

No one got the chance to answer him because, right then, the doorbell rang.

We all froze. The doorbell rang. It never rings. It can't be Lauren back from the grocery already. And why would she ring the doorbell when she has a key.

Chloe grabbed the remote and put the movie on pause. She looked over at me with a questioning and scared look on her face. I got up from the couch and slowly made my way to the hallway. Everyone else followed. Dad and Simon were behind me, readying spells incase they had to use them.

We walked down the hallway and turned a corner toward the door. And that's when I smelt it. Werewolf. The scent had something off about it though. I flared my nostrils, trying to pin point what was wrong with the scent. It was like it was familiar and foreign at the same time. Have I met this person? I couldn't figure it out.

The werewolf wasn't the only scent I picked up on. There was another person, a young person.

My head tilted toward the noise outside the door. It sounded like someone, a female, shushed somebody.

I reached the door and looked through the peephole. And I didn't believe what I saw.