Sue waited until it was the middle of the night, when she knew everyone would most likely be asleep. It had not been hard to determine the time when a grandfather clock rang at every hour somewhere in the house.
She had counted each agonizing hour, constantly whispering to Rick that she would get them out of the situation. He had not responded even once, but she still felt he was alive, although in great pain. The little she felt of it was enough to put her wolf on edge.
When the clock rang for one in the morning, she knew it was time to move. She moved to the door and began to work on the hinges of the door. The room was not originally made to hold a prisoner, so with the help of her wolf’s claws, it took no time to disassemble the parts and carefully remove the door from where it stoo
