34. Must Be This Tall To Ride

Layla squinted as she looked in the distance. The sliding glass door to the balcony was locked, so she couldn’t go out to look over the grounds, but there was a building she could see through the trees quite a distance away. Dense trees surrounded it; she wondered what sort of person would live there when wolves seemed to roam freely.

She hadn’t heard or seen one since the first night, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still there. Maybe they only came out at night.

Like last night.

She shivered when she remembered the cold red eyes that had disappeared in the storm. She had just imagined that. It wasn’t the first time she had imagined seeing a wolf. Her imagination had always been wild. As a child, she’d thought she’d seen wolves even behind their house regularly before the bank had repossessed it. And a few times at the trailer, too. It was often a sign that she was stressed; right now, she had plenty to be worried about.

Besides, whatever had flown over her had been too big to be