That night, Ember woke from her evening nap, her face still damp from crying herself to sleep. The moonlight shone through the open window, casting a soft glow over her prone form. She looked at it and marveled. It’s so beautiful, she thought.
Suddenly, she got the urge to run with her wolf. It had been a while since she’d freed her wolf. She still wanted to check on her friends in the camp, and she’d be damned if she let Thorne and his lackeys stand in her way. She refused to be held prisoner.
Slipping quietly out of bed, she pulled on a thick, hooded dark coat. The house was quiet and almost empty, except for a few staff members still moving around. She stealthily avoided their path, keeping attention away from herself, and moved toward the back door.
At the back door, she found a pil
