Klaus hesitated before calling back. The phone rang only once before my mother answered, her voice warm and gentle as always.
"Klaus, I hope I’m not bothering you this late,” she began softly. “I just finished knitting those scarves for you and Mavis. When are you both coming over to get them?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. She was so happy to knit for us, so happy to think of me, her daughter, still alive.
Klaus forced a smile, though his face was tight with guilt. “We’ll come by soon, Madam. Mavis has been staying with Irene after a fight we had… You know how she is, always running off when she’s upset.”
He was lying. He didn’t know where I was. He didn’t even realize I was gone.
As he hung up, Klaus stared at his phone, his mind racing. He looked down at his hands, still trembling. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
So, he did what he always did when he needed to clear his head—he drove to the riverside near our pack. The place where he would sit to rid himself of the stench of alcohol or the scent of other wolves before coming back to me.
But there was no point in doing that anymore. I wasn’t home.