I looked back and found her staring at the door Abraham had escaped through with a confused look. My eyes watched the door too, waiting (hoping) for Abraham to come back.
Get a grip, Montgomery.
“Abey said your name’s Elizabeth?” Evey asked.
She looked remarkably like Abraham. Although there were many similarities, the main difference was all her softness compared to his hardness. Her features were small and delicate, but her hair and eyes were clearly a family trait.
“Yes. My name’s Elizabeth.” With another glance around the large room, I added, “How did I get here? Where is here anyway?”
Evey smiled. “Abraham brought you here. You’re in our lodge near Asheville.”
I let out a small sigh of relief. He hadn’t taken me far at least.
“You and Abraham’s lodge?”
A soft, tinkling laugh left her rosebud mouth. “Well, I guess technically it’s Abraham’s, but he shares it with all of us.”
“All of you? How many are there?”
Evey’s head tipped back as she tapped a dainty finger against her chin. “Let’s see, there’s us five, and then maybe another five or ten guards that live here full time? The rest of the pack live in their own houses on the property.”
One word stuck out above the rest.
“Pack?” I asked incredulously.
Evey nodded her head slowly, her eyes serious and sad.
I almost didn’t want to ask, but knew I needed the answer.
“Pack of what, exactly?”
Evey’s eyes searched my face, and she was silent for a minute.
With a sigh, she responded, “Pack of werewolves.”