Chapter 6

Creed parked the Jeep back in the disclosed garage before covering it up with broken branches. We hiked back to the house just before the sun could set. "I'm going to talk to Dallas," he said once we entered the house.

He stormed off in the direction of the boardroom. He looked severely disturbed, and I knew he was. Whatever happened between him and that wolf in the parking lot stumped him more than he lead me to believe.

As I watched him disappear into the room I sighed not knowing what to do with myself. Where did someone like me fit in a house like this? A house filled with strange artifacts and a dungeon of creatures. I walked down the hallways slowly as I looked around at the portraits of men and women with silver hair much like Dallas's. 

One man, in particular, caught my eye. His hair was silver and his eyes were hard and a pale blue like Dallas's. His lips were in a nasty scowl as if he never smiled a day in his life.  The name on the plac on t