Lorien POV
The moment Rhael walked out, air finally returned to my lungs sharp, uneven, almost painful.
Corvin had stepped aside to let him pass, his lips pressed tight in disgust, and then moved out himself, leaving the door wide open but at least giving me a sliver of privacy to get dressed.
Rhael hadn’t told me what rumors were flying through the pack to make him so furious, but judging from the expressions on both men’s faces, it wasn’t good.
Fear was still in control. Instead of reaching for the crumpled uniform on the floor to cover my bare skin, I spun on my heel and yanked the loose baseboard from the wall behind my cot. Hidden there, in the small hollow I’d carved out of the drywall, was my escape plan.
My trembling fingers dug out the bundle of cash. I counted it quickly, fu
