“What happens if we can’t get out?”
“The nightmare begins.” I ran to the living room window and unlatched it from the top. My attempts to open it didn’t do anything, so Troy joined me and pushed.
“What’s out there?”
“A pack. My pack.” I thought back. “There’s an alpha, although I don’t know anything about them. I can’t remember. This is so frustrating. Come on, there are windows in the bedrooms.”
We walked into my bedroom first. Troy looked around and smiled faintly. “If I was going to imagine you in a childhood bedroom, this is not it. There’s so much purple.”
I blushed. “I still like purple.”
“Really?”
“Oh, shut up. Windows. Escaping. Remember?”
Like the living room windows, they didn’t budge, but when I turned around, I found myself right in front of my mirror. I glanced down at
