Chapter 11

DEA

My fingers were curled firmly around the handle of the baseball bat I kept in my room. I hadn't played any baseball growing up but I knew my dad had and this one of his bats. It was something I kept to feel close to him but when I left, I wanted to leave this whole life behind me, so it remained in my childhood home where my brother now stayed.

Another loud clank echoed in the kitchen, forcing me to raise the bat higher. The reservation was safe from what I could remember. Not once did we ever have a problem with a break in but I guess things changed since I left. My heart leaped in my throat, beating furiously when another loud clatter echoed through the dark, empty house. My brother wasn't home so it left me on edge.

What if it was that handsome, shape-shifting, silent stranger? What if he found me and decided he wanted to take me away because he felt he had some sort of sordid claim on me?

I was aware that the bat wouldn't cause him much harm but maybe it would distract him f