Meriwa was sitting on the cold concrete floor, her head resting between two of the cell’s iron cast bars. It wasn’t the most comfortable spot, but she found that she didn’t much care. Where she was, she was perfectly situated to overhear what Willow and Walker were talking about. It had to be somewhat important if they’d felt the need to do it out of sight.
Although, perhaps Walker had simply gotten fed up with her trying to drill a hole through his head with her stare.
“I don’t like this,” Willow said in the room over. Meriwa couldn’t see where the two wolves had gone exactly, but she had no problem hearing them, so it couldn’t have been far. “Walker? C’mon, are you even listening to me? I said—”
“I heard what you said,” came the weary reply.
Something creaked or squeaked, the sound d
