Alisson woke up to a dark sky and the silent stillness of the morning. The sun had not yet come up and the clock positioned on the far wall read '3:15 am'.
She was on edge and felt dread-filled anticipation in her bones. She carded her fingers through her hair tiredly and yawned loudly. She was tired but knew that trying to fall back asleep was a hopeless cause so she did not bother trying.
It was already decided that she would leave at five am; early enough for there to be few wolves awake and moving around but late enough for Alisson to travel safely.
She got ready, putting on her outfit that was expertly chosen by Hunter, it consisted of a wool elbow-length white shirt and dark green cargo trousers tucked into a sturdy pair of ankle-length boots that they had argued over. Hunter bel
