HAILEY
By the time the Blackwood Estate finally comes into view, the sun is already sinking beneath the horizon.
Orange light spills across the sky while shadows stretch across the landscape and honestly, if I wasn't here to prevent a potential pack war, I'd probably stop to admire it and take a picture.
Instead, all I can think is:
This place looks tense.
The estate sits atop a hill overlooking several acres of land and even from a distance, I can see movement everywhere.
Guards. Vehicles. Search parties. People moving in and out of the estate, daggers strapped to their thigh and a watch-guard torchlight.
Nobody looks relaxed, nobody looks rested, and nobody looks hopeful anymore.
Beside me, Eamon notices it too but neither of us says anything because we don't have to.
Four days
