Chapter 14 Wren’s Terrible Timing

• “Show yourself,” Damon called out, pulling me slightly behind him, which I would’ve argued about if I weren’t also completely terrified.
• The foyer stayed empty. Whoever had spoken stayed hidden, or gone, or never actually there at all, because when Marcus threw open the front door a moment later, red faced and furious, there was no stranger standing behind him, just the churning crowd of pack members still murmuring in the yard.
• “Who was that?” Damon demanded. “There was someone in here, I heard them.”