So soon? I chewed it over. “It’ll still be light out during the hunt,” I pointed out, since the pack usually hunted during the evening before sunset.
“But a lot of us will be preoccupied with the hunt—Catrina, Gavin. He won’t be able to intercept you, especially if you’re leaving through the north. I’ll be with them so I can keep them on track and give you plenty of time to run,” said Colt. “David will likely have another meeting. There’ll be one or two people here to keep an eye on you, but you can escape through my window. It opens onto the veranda's roof, which you can climb down from the trellis on the west end. You should be able to see us from there with the binoculars too.”
I nodded, imagining the route Colt was talking about. In summers past I’d found gouges in the ivy adorning
