It would have been easier to bring him upstairs, or to some private room on the ground floor where we already were. It would have been easier not to go out to the very place where they just disposed of Dean, knowing, on some level, that he’s probably still out here, watching us.
But that mansion isn’t safe. Little birds, Cooper called them. At least, if we’re out here in the open air, I can ensure that we’re the only people in a wider radius. I can see them—Aidan, Cooper, and several of the others—watching us from the windows. Making sure I’m “safe”—that, or making sure I don’t run off again. But they’re far enough away that they can’t hear us—even with a supernatural hearing boost.
I glance back at the tree line, scanning it for the beautiful, silver wolf who saved me last night. Sure e
