Dominique POV
The tall, skinny man had been posted outside my room all day. I could hear him pacing back and forth nonstop, his footsteps scraping against the floor. Even for me a four-year-old it was irritating.
I didn’t even know where we were. I didn’t know Mum’s phone number to call her either. How was I supposed to escape and get back to her like this? Idiots.
By early afternoon, something had clearly spooked them again, and I really, really didn’t want to be moved. This place was awful, but at least it was a tiny bit cosier than that metal hut.
Only slightly.
The short, fat werewolf came stomping upstairs, nervous and loud, muttering about the men on watch not answering their phones.
Apparently, they checked in with each other every hour. That meant they weren’t from the same p
