68. Roar

The wood stove was roaring. The fire heating the little cabin she had rented to no ends. It was almost too hot even, panting she walked outside into the cool fresh air. It was freezing, well almost.

However the deep guttural roar that she heard outside only made her bolt back in.

“What was that?” She panicked for a moment and looked out of the window – there was nothing out there, nothing or so it seemed. “Alright I’m just going to sit here and…not freak out.” She was panicking just as Jax had told her not to, breath Alicia, breath.