I had spent the last forty-eight hours barricaded in there, treating the door like the airlock of a spaceship. I only left when my ears, strained to their limit, told me the hallway was completely empty. I moved like a ghost, snatching cold leftovers from the kitchen counter before retreating back to my cell.
I avoided the windows that looked out over the training yard. I avoided the common rooms. I avoided him.
But avoiding a wolf in his own den was a stupid game. It was like trying to stand in the ocean and command the tide not to touch you. You might stay dry for a minute, but the water always wins.
I was packing.
The duffel bag on the bed was open, its mouth gaping like a hungry animal. It wasn't packed for a diplomatic trip. It wasn't packed for a vacation. It was packed for a dis
