Chapter 55. Repent-2

It's almost nine o'clock, and the familiarity of this peaceful cul-de-sac is calling out to me. The faint blare of a television, the gentle clinking of cutlery, the collection of distant voices. In a bid to keep up my pretence, I hoist my backpack higher, slowly ambling to the house. Whoever sees me will definitely confirm my intentions -- I'm only here to pick up some clothes. I have a feeling that I'm being watched. I can sense it. Somewhere beyond our little cul-de-sac, high in the trees or maybe hidden behind the foliage of the nearby forest, somebody has their eyes on me. Thank goodness I only have to check the house. Anything beyond that would make things difficult for me. In order to continue my public visit, I deliberately ring the doorbell despite the house key that is attached to the underside of my belt. Good move, Aly. The words of encouragement coming from my wolf is unexpected, but exactly what I need to hear. The frequent rustling o