Shattered Sanctuary

Cassia Thorne

The note slipped from my fingers and landed near my shoe.

No one moved.

I just stood there staring at it on Callum’s floor, at those five ugly words scrawled across the page in jagged black ink, and all I could think was that someone had stood in my son’s room long enough to leave it behind. Someone had looked at his things, touched his shelf, hidden a camera inside his wolf, and the