I got up from bed, freshening up as quick as I could and just before I pulled open the door, I found a folded paper sticking out from under.
My brows pulled up together, before I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a drawing of a map. Under it, I saw a person’s name that immediately made me understood. Trisha.
This must be the map to the message box she had promised to install somewhere near my residence. She indeed worked efficiently.
It was still early in the morning. Apart from the maids and omegas, I doubt anyone else would be awake at this time. So I found my way out of the pack house, using the map as guidance as I wandered deeper into the woods. Well not too deep, since I had miscalculated the map lines and had to retrace my steps until I finally found it.
If not for the map
