Days had passed since I was allowed out of the room that had served as my prison. The taste of freedom, though limited, was still a victory and I savored every moment of it.
I could now roam the pack grounds, I could now breath in the crisp afternoon air, or feel the sun against my skin.
But I was never alone.
The ever-watchful eyes of Alaric's warriors followed my every move.
I bet they will even follow me to the bathroom if they could.
I didn't blame them, in fact, I understood all too well what Alaric was capable of.
If these warriors so much as let their attention waver for a moment, he would make them pay for their failure in ways too cruel to imagine.
Even with the ever-present guards, I never stopped looking for opportunities.
Every corner of the Shadow Walker Pack's territory was imprinted in my memory, but things had changed since I left, or since Alpha Aric rules.
Most paths I once used were now closed, patrols more frequent, and my movements always observed.
