As I walked outside, the clear morning air made me uncomfortable even if I tried to ignore the feeling deep in my chest. Last night's note kept coming back to me over and over: "They're coming for you. Run while you still can."
Having read those lines, I hadn't slept too often. Every ruffle of leaves outside my window and every creak of the pack house flooring had made me tense. I was half-expecting to see someone hiding in the shadows as I strolled across the courtyard even now.
But the pack house was calm, serene even. The courtyard was empty. Everything seemed nearly calm as the sun was just starting to rise and golden tone over the trees. Still, the silence simply made the twisting of the anxiety in my gut more intolerable. It felt like the still before a storm.
I headed for the tra
