On my bedside table, the smartphone David let me have buzzed. ‘Go help Colt butcher that elk,’ read his text message.The evening’s events stung me so much I didn’t even want to leave my room. I texted back, ‘Okay,’ and watched as David marked the message read, then pulled away in the truck.The manor was eerily quiet, with everybody gone. My bare feet padded down the hardwood corridor on the second floor, past Catrina’s room and Colt’s room, and the master bedroom belonging to Alpha David, all with doors closed. I paused outside of Colt’s room and found the smell permeating from under the door to be the most pleasant: musky and piney like evergreen sap. His room never used to smell that way, so I wondered if what I had been smelling was a new cologne. Gingerly, I continued through the manor, pausing at creaking floorboards and harsh gusts of wind out of fear that I’d be ambushed again. When I finally made it through the basement door, I stepped onto cold cement and was smacked by the
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