I slip out my bedroom window, jumping the two stories down, landing, and then rolling to shield my body from the full force of the descent. I pop up into a light jog as I duck into the vegetation of the forest line and crawl up into the trees. Patrol has gotten better, especially since Liam’s men are alternating shifts with the pack. But no one ever checks the trees, I’m not sure why when they know how easy it is for me to work my way through them.
I run along the branches, leaping from tree limb to tree limb until I can see the lights of the building in the distance. I survey the ground and crawl down from my perch among the birds and carefully stalk closer to my prey. It doesn’t escape my notice that there seems to be less patrol than Wade would usually have. Maybe they feel confident
