Legacy: Wolf Child

Chapter Eight

"Are you sure there's nothing else you can remember?"

I was sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair in the police station, which was based in the centre of town. It was almost 9am and I hadn't had any sleep since the break-in. It showed from the bags under my eyes. My unbrushed hair was pulled back into an unkempt ponytail whilst I wore a Hallenford sports hoodie over a pair of jogging bottoms. The police had come out to have an initial inspection of the area before telling us to report to the station in the morning after we'd had some rest. I'd had none. Olivia had been taken home by her concerned parents and Mark had stayed up with me, both of us unable to sleep.

"I really wish I could," I rubbed at my eyes. The officer sitting opposite me was a lady called Brenda. She wasn't the most sympathetic of people and today she was all business, picking at my brain for any useful information about the criminal. Mark was nearby with another officer, reporting damages and making his own statement.

"You stated here that you believe it was a man?"

I winced, but shrugged my shoulders. This caused my arm to ache from where I'd landed on it and I touched it, rubbing at the joint of my elbow, "Just from the size of them. I didn't get a good look, but they had broad shoulders and seemed to be quite muscly."

Brenda nodded, but she tilted her eyes up to look at me then. There was a sense of disapproval to her expression, "You do understand that what you did was extremely dangerous?" I'd already had this telling off from Mark. He had been furious, first at the person who had broken in, secondly at himself for not being home at the time and thirdly for me thinking that pursuing them down the street had been a sensible idea.

"I know," I sat back in my chair. "I don't know what came over me."

"In the future you should report it to the police and let us handle the situation," Brenda concluded. I had eventually rung the police once the assailant had gotten away, but not before I'd chased them to the end of the street. Brenda glanced across to where Mark was being interviewed, "I think your uncle still has a few things he needs to go over, but if you go to the waiting area I think we're done."

"Thank you," I groaned as I pushed to my feet. There were no kind words or checking if I was okay. Brenda didn't seem like the motherly type, but she was good at her job. That was what was important here. But having been dismissed my mind was now elsewhere. I'd tried phoning my brother all through the night and he hadn't picked up. I'd left him messages and I'd left him voicemails, given angry ones. Someone had broken into the house, into his room, and I wanted to know if he knew why. But he hadn't gotten back to me. I was going to give him another try.

I walked over to where Mark was and touched his shoulder, "I'm going to be outside. I'll wait for you there?" Mark looked up at me, fatigue clear in his features but he nodded.

"Don't you go wandering off without me," he replied.

"I won't," I promised before moving towards the exit. I pulled my phone from my pocket, a frown creasing my forehead as I pushed out into the summer morning. Hallenford was getting busy with people going to work and a few tourists enjoyed the local cafes nearer the beaches. I glanced around at them all before leaning against the wall of the station, scrolling down my contacts before tapping my brother's. He better answer this time.