THANKFULLY, HUNTING with the entire pack and falling asleep as a group had accustomed me to sleeping observed. Under the watchful eye of Connor, I brought forth not images of Sean, or any of the other boys, but of exactly what I’d like to do to Marianne when I caught up with her.
I didn’t acknowledge the switch off of my brain until my conscious thoughts of her made way for unconscious ones. As the familiar setting of home faded out, an unfamiliar one took its place. A large house—indicated as such by the flight of stairs leading up and another leading down.
On the far end of the landing from me stood Marianne.
My eyes narrowed, as she turned a key in a lock, one from an entire bunch which clanked with the movement. She tugged the handle, seemed satisfied when the door remained shut, sp
