[Samara]
Shane and I were huddled together, and we had the perfect view of the packhouse. We could see most of the pack, but our main focus was the packhouse. Our timing had been almost perfect, and I shivered as I remembered seeing one of the men knock Leslie out cold. Shane knew the pack like the back of his hand and that had raised some questions in my mind. I had assumed he had lived his whole life locked up, but he must have been out and about at times. How else would he know everything?
“Look,” Shane whispered as he pointed at the window. “There,” I nodded as we watched Quin approach the window. The man was evil, and I was tempted to do something extremely violent. I wouldn’t, but I wanted to. The window was on the second floor of the packhouse, which meant Quin was in his private
