[Samara]
“How is the setup going at the safe house?” Grace questioned from across the kitchen island. She was busy making cookies. Again.
“Good. Everything is set and ready,” I confirmed as I leaned against the counter and watched her. “When was the last time you guys used that place?” I then questioned. Grace paused and thought about that, which made me wonder just how long ago it had been.
“About six years ago,” she said, and my eyes went wide. “There was a rumor going around that hunters were on the prowl,”
“Hunters?”
“Wolf hunters,” she went back to the cookie dough as she spoke. “Turned out to be a false rumor but we stayed at the safe house for about two months,”
“Everyone?” I asked, but she shook her head.
“Females and children only. Warriors or soldiers don’t count, but yea
