Twenty-two.

Stella POV.

"Finn, do you feel anything?" I asked my brother, I could feel, sense like I was being watched, I was sure that I was being watched, I don't know how or where but someone was looking at me.

"Yes, I feel that you're very annoying," my brother answers me, it's the third time that I woke him up, I didn't mean to, but I was terrified.

"I feel someone watching us," I whisper to him.

"Who's going to be watching you idiot? Get back to sleep so I can sleep," he groans.

"Can you check Finn? Please," I beg him.

"Check where? The closet? We're not five anymore," he answers me.

"No, the window," I say, I wasn't scared of monsters that live in the closet, although I should have been, who knows, if the werewolves really exist, why not monsters inside the closet too?

"Fine, but after that, you're gonna let me sleep or I'm going back to my room," he groaned, and went toward the window, he looked out and told me that he saw nothing.

"Look well, what if there's wolves?" I ask him, they aren