The Woodland packhouse slept deeply at night
Guards rotated at the gates and the rest of the territory lay wrapped in quiet as if everyone had been completely exhausted from their activities of the day.
Donna waited for the right moment.
She sat on the edge of her bed, listening to the rhythm of the house settle. A door closing somewhere down the hall.
The final creak of timber as the building surrendered to stillness.
When she was sure no one was paying attention, she rose.
She dressed simply, a dark cloak thrown over her shoulders, her hair braided tightly down her back.
She paused at her door, listening again for any moving soul.
But there was nothing like that.
A small smile touched her lips
“Still got it,” she murmured to herself.
She slipped into the hallway and m
