Chapter 69 Mixed Emotions

• I hear Ryan pass by my door. Or rather pause outside of it. I know I’m paranoid, but I feel like I have a good reason to be. I know werewolves have a crazy sense of smell and that Ryan can probably tell where I am. Maybe even knew I was in the hall just a few seconds ago.
• I wait several minutes before I crack the door open. The hall is dark and empty; I don’t see any lights streaming out from under doors.
• I creep back to the living room, quiet as I can, and peek around the doorway.