~Takoda~Grandma Dawson closed the front door behind me. The latch settled with a quiet click, barely loud enough to matter, yet the sound moved through the old house like a lock turning somewhere deeper than wood and brass.Warm air pressed against the cold clinging to my jacket. Coffee sat on the table and the odor of bacon grease lingered within the kitchen, as well that of burnt toast, old pine floors, and cinnamon. Beneath it all was the scent of the four Dawson women who had spent generations living in a house built over secrets.Analiese stood a few feet away from me in the front hall. I didn't look at her immediately, which was a mistake. Not looking at her had become a separate kind of attention, one that sharpened everything else. The shift of her sleeve over the rope burns, the way she held her right arm too close to her body, and the faint hitch in her breathing when I stepped past the threshold, were all impossible to ignore. My wolf noticed all of it, and so did I.Grand
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