THIRD PERSON'S POV
AUTHORS NOTE.
The eerie sound of the wolf could be heard over the tall trees as she made her way, perfectly covered and blended with the dark clouds of the night.
She'd been on the balcony taking in some fresh air because she'd been deprived of sleep. Who wouldn't be? When her chances of keeping one or more of the triplets were becoming slimmer by the day.
Oh well! It was when she was sitting alone, basking in the solemnity of the sky while the cricket's constantly serenade the surroundings with their chirping sound that she noticed a figure walking away in the dark.
Isabella stood to her feet and squinted her eyes to make out who was sneaking out of the Packhouse. At first she thought it was one of the slaves trying to get away.
She wanted to alarm the security
