I inherited a cabin while my sister got a Miami apartment. When she mocked me: “Fits you perfectly, you stinking woman!” and told me to stay away, I decided to spend the night at the cabin… When I got there, I froze in place at what I saw…

wolves.” 

That night, as the fire burned low, I thought about his words. Wolves. That’s exactly what Megan was unleashing.

The next day, I drove into town and found a small diner with decent Wi-Fi. Over eggs and coffee, I drafted an email to Robert Chen’s office. Within an hour, I had a reply. He could meet me Friday. Relief settled in, knowing Dad had set up a legal safety net before he died.

Back at the cabin, I found fresh footprints by the dock. My stomach dropped. Someone else had been here while I was gone. I scanned the ground: three distinct sets of bootprints leading from the road straight to the back porch.

Inside, nothing seemed touched. Still, I walked each room carefully, instincts from years of deployment kicking in. Cleared corners, checked windows, no signs of forced entry. But the fact that strangers had come this close