“Climb them,” he orders, and I climb the ladder before pushing on the grate. I slide it to the side to find myself in the pack hospital, and we are in some sort of cleaning room.
Darian's phone rings, and when he climbs out, he answers it. The video call connects.
“Done, Alpha,” the man confirms, and Darian holds the phone up to show me, but I can’t reject him while he is unconscious.
“Get out of there and bring a car to the back door of the hospital we are leaving, leave the phone there, so I can see when he wakes and come get us,” Darian orders. The man places the phone beside Ezra, and he walks back off before going into the drains that lead to the tunnels.
“End of the hall,” Darian instructs, nudging me.
“So you are just leaving your pack?” I ask him as I open the janitor's closet
