Chapter 35

Clementine

I pulled into Blackfern Valley, with nervousness bubbling through my body. I drove straight toward my house and pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine. Grudgingly, I got out of the truck and slung my weekend bag over my shoulder, picking up the boxes on the passenger seat and closing the door. I pressed the remote lock as I trudged toward the back door. Everything looked the same. Felt the same.

“I’m home,” I called out, then rolled my eyes, remembering both my brother and father had werewolf hearing. Half of the pack probably heard my announcement.

“Welcome home, Clemmy!” Dad said from the kitchen, where he was sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee.

He smiled, and then his eyes went vacant for a moment, which he tried to cover by taking a sip of coffee. Looking back, I realized he did that a lot growing up, and I smiled. I guess some habits were hard to break.

“I brought Timbits,” I said.

I heard thumping footsteps, and seconds later, Vinny was instan