Bab 8: Chapter 8

Quatervois

A crossroad; a critical decision or turning point in ones life.

I waited until the crack of dawn to put my plan into action. I heard the alpha get up and shuffle before jogging down the stairs and heading out. I watched him from my window, my eyes glued to his bare muscular back before it disappeared behind the trees.

I waited a moment more to ensure everyone else had left the house for their respective duties before I made my way downstairs.

Like I had anticipated, the morning guards had yet to arrive and the night guards had tiredly left their posts. I slipped down the stairs, finding the keys hung on the wall. It was too easy.

"Wake up guys, we're leaving," I whispered, swiftly unlocking their cells. Their tired mumbles quickly turned excited and I shushed them, not wanting to risk being heard.