giving it a gray hue, highlighting the ground. A large pond shimmered in back, sparkling in the moonlight, the breeze creating small ripples along the surface.
"It's lovely.” I marveled at the sight.
Billy murmured an agreement. He walked up the stairs and pushed open the door. Light flooded over the porch and down the stairs.
"I'll show you around,” Caleb said, taking my arm to guide me onto the porch.
A stairway was the first thing that greeted us. It was directly across from the door, rails curved outward at the sides and along the bottom. The brown banisters were held aloft by dark twisting pieces of black metal.
"This way.” Caleb stepped away, walking to the left.
In the center of the room was a massive pool table, covered in bright red felt. A zebra pattern rug was directly beneath the elaborately clawed legs, the black and white stripes meshing amazingly well with the wooden walls and flooring. A couple of tables with tall stools sat in the corners, and a rack stocked with cues was attached to the wall. There was a jukebox in the front of the room, exactly like the one I'd seen at the Pit.
"Now, for the kitchen.” Caleb walked past the table, toward the back, pulling aside a sliding door.
I followed him through and he flipped a switch, flooding the space in light. The ceramic tile was an intricate splash of black and white intermingled. Black cabinets and a white marble counter ran the length of the wall, stopping above a sink and dishwasher.
I noticed something strange about the wall and stepped forward. Caleb looked in the direction of my stare.
"Ah.” He smiled, stepping over and unhinging the wood to reveal a large window. He motioned to the shutters and said, “They're all over the house."
He walked across the kitchen, past the door we'd entered from and two large silver refrigerators. He slid open another door that led into a different room.
Situated onto the left wall was a large plasma screen television. A rounded tan couch facing the screen took up the rest of the space, complete with a large glass table covered with various remote controls arranged in order from large to small.
"Bathroom is there.” Caleb pointed to a door along the back wall. “Now for upstairs."
The rooms formed a perfect circle and we stood again at the foot of the staircase. He motioned for me to go first and I trudged up, counting twenty stairs total. When we reached the top he pointed out Billy's room, then Derek's, and the other bathroom.
"Over here,” he said, opening the door in front of us and reaching inside to flip a switch, “Is yours."
His distinguishable scent was all over the masculine space. I looked at the large bed. The backboard reached the ceiling, surrounded by stained mahogany walls. A matching bookshelf was to the left, multiple books cramming the shelves with the exception of the middle, which was adorned with various pictures. The only other furniture was a black stereo cabinet and a nightstand near the bed.
I shook my head. “I can't take your room, Caleb."
"You are,” he stated firmly.
I walked to the bookshelf and bent down to peer into the frames. The same people were displayed in most of the photographs.
"My sister, Samantha.” Caleb pointed to the picture in the middle. The resemblance was astounding. Her hair was the same shade of black, hanging in long curls down her back, deep blue eyes sparkling at the camera. She appeared younger than me, but I couldn't be certain.
"She's gorgeous."
I wondered if she had also inherited the werewolf trait but was afraid to ask. I stared at the image longer than I intended to, thinking she would reveal herself if I studied the image long enough.
"She is, and yes, she is like me,” Caleb answered the unspoken question.
"Can you read minds now?” I held my breath, cheeks flaming.
"No,” he chuckled softly, smiling. “You just have a knack with questions.” He pulled out the largest frame from the back. “This is my Mom and
"It's lovely.” I marveled at the sight.
Billy murmured an agreement. He walked up the stairs and pushed open the door. Light flooded over the porch and down the stairs.
"I'll show you around,” Caleb said, taking my arm to guide me onto the porch.
A stairway was the first thing that greeted us. It was directly across from the door, rails curved outward at the sides and along the bottom. The brown banisters were held aloft by dark twisting pieces of black metal.
"This way.” Caleb stepped away, walking to the left.
In the center of the room was a massive pool table, covered in bright red felt. A zebra pattern rug was directly beneath the elaborately clawed legs, the black and white stripes meshing amazingly well with the wooden walls and flooring. A couple of tables with tall stools sat in the corners, and a rack stocked with cues was attached to the wall. There was a jukebox in the front of the room, exactly like the one I'd seen at the Pit.
"Now, for the kitchen.” Caleb walked past the table, toward the back, pulling aside a sliding door.
I followed him through and he flipped a switch, flooding the space in light. The ceramic tile was an intricate splash of black and white intermingled. Black cabinets and a white marble counter ran the length of the wall, stopping above a sink and dishwasher.
I noticed something strange about the wall and stepped forward. Caleb looked in the direction of my stare.
"Ah.” He smiled, stepping over and unhinging the wood to reveal a large window. He motioned to the shutters and said, “They're all over the house."
He walked across the kitchen, past the door we'd entered from and two large silver refrigerators. He slid open another door that led into a different room.
Situated onto the left wall was a large plasma screen television. A rounded tan couch facing the screen took up the rest of the space, complete with a large glass table covered with various remote controls arranged in order from large to small.
"Bathroom is there.” Caleb pointed to a door along the back wall. “Now for upstairs."
The rooms formed a perfect circle and we stood again at the foot of the staircase. He motioned for me to go first and I trudged up, counting twenty stairs total. When we reached the top he pointed out Billy's room, then Derek's, and the other bathroom.
"Over here,” he said, opening the door in front of us and reaching inside to flip a switch, “Is yours."
His distinguishable scent was all over the masculine space. I looked at the large bed. The backboard reached the ceiling, surrounded by stained mahogany walls. A matching bookshelf was to the left, multiple books cramming the shelves with the exception of the middle, which was adorned with various pictures. The only other furniture was a black stereo cabinet and a nightstand near the bed.
I shook my head. “I can't take your room, Caleb."
"You are,” he stated firmly.
I walked to the bookshelf and bent down to peer into the frames. The same people were displayed in most of the photographs.
"My sister, Samantha.” Caleb pointed to the picture in the middle. The resemblance was astounding. Her hair was the same shade of black, hanging in long curls down her back, deep blue eyes sparkling at the camera. She appeared younger than me, but I couldn't be certain.
"She's gorgeous."
I wondered if she had also inherited the werewolf trait but was afraid to ask. I stared at the image longer than I intended to, thinking she would reveal herself if I studied the image long enough.
"She is, and yes, she is like me,” Caleb answered the unspoken question.
"Can you read minds now?” I held my breath, cheeks flaming.
"No,” he chuckled softly, smiling. “You just have a knack with questions.” He pulled out the largest frame from the back. “This is my Mom and
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