Silver Is For Werewolves-BOOK 2 IN THE Garlic Is For Vampires Series-

Chapter 17: Newcomer

I woke up to the light knocking on the door. Brendon got up to check on the agent and I stayed in bed, listening to their voices talk softly. I blinked and stretched, but then I remembered what happened last night and I froze, my eyes tearing up. It felt like I used Brendon and agreed to sign a contract with the devil. That made me sick.

Brendon closed the door and then he reappeared. I sat up and smiled at him, gathering the sheets around my hips. He smiled and set down breakfast platters on the coffee table in the middle of the room, between the bed and the TV.

"Hey," he said, sitting down on the bed. I moved forward on my knees and propped my chin on his shoulder. "What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Toast. Jam. Pancakes." He turned to look at me. "The jam is pretty good."

"Brendon," I said. "Shut up." I kissed him and then got up to go to the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.

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We arrived at the single-story house with one of those front yards that had the wood chips and super green grass. I followed the path up to the house and unlocked the door with the key the agent gave me. The inside was pretty much empty, save for the one couch in the living room and the open bedroom doors. There were at least seven different rooms. The bathroom, closet, two spare bedrooms, another bathroom, and then the master bedroom. I counted the air mattress in one of them and then the iron headboard of the Queen-sized bed. I set my stuff down in the hallway and did a quick scan of all the rooms. There was white carpet underneath my feet and I thought, it'll sure be hard to get the blood out. I halted in my steps and rethought my thought. Blood? Why would there be any blood here? We were supposed to be perfectly safe.

The two agents were outside talking to Brendon. I stayed around on the small porch and surveyed the neighborhood. We were in a dead-end and across from me the neighbor's kids were running through the sprinklers. If memory served right, that's what kids did in the summer to cool off. One of them, a toddler, stared at me with his fingers in his mouth. I gave a small wave but he just continued staring until his older sister called him and he turned away, walking away in his diaper. I headed back into the house and sat down on the living room couch. There was a little flat screen in the corner with a shelf covered in movies beside it. I made note to check out the book collection that was there as well.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Brendon said. "It's pretty hot here."

I nodded, complimenting the sweat running down the back of my neck. He walked down the hallway and I stood up to wander the rest of the house. I checked the cabinets in the kitchen. We had to go grocery shopping. Then I stepped outside into the backyard. I could say it was decent. There was grass and a few plants and I walked towards them. I crouched down and inspected the bundle of roses. Then I realize they were fake. I looked around but saw that the other plants were all real. Why was this one different? I parted the fake roses and then saw the wooden box beneath it. I yanked the fake rose bush out of the dirt and tossed it aside.

My hand brushed over the wooden lid. I realized it looked more like a wooden briefcase. I lifted it out of the dirt and turned it over so the handle was facing me. There were latches on either side so I unlatched the briefcase. Once I opened it I was welcomed with four large stakes, two canteens of holy water, Garlic Spray, and an iron chain. I reached into the second pocket behind the lid and pulled out a note and a pouch. I opened the pouch and smelled it. My nose wrinkled and my eyes watered. I turned my head and coughed. Then I reached for the note and set the pouch down.

Bree,

I had someone leave this for you. Keep an eye on this spot. We'll keep in touch. Good luck. There's also an instructions manual for the herbs in the pouch.