HILARY POV
The thin, flat silver-coloured sheet wrapped around my ankle as I regained consciousness. Everything from the previous night was a blur, but as my body became more awake, my memories became more vivid, coming back with greater detail.
It was midnight, and I waited by the Eastern border of the Raven Peak pack. I clutched the small burner phone my secret admirer had sent me while waiting.
The crickets chirped nearby, met with hoots and scattered woodland sounds.
I saw no patrol warriors, which I found to be odd.
The Ravens Peak pack was a proud and, some might suggest, overprotective pack. Yet, I could walk out of the packhouse unnoticed, guide my way through the depths of the lush forest, and teeter on the line of the Eastern border. All unnoticed?
As suspicious as I was,
