A Hand basket to Hell

Who was on the other side? Which wolves were stuck in quarantine? More importantly, Who did she care about? Wilder, and maybe Oleander. She had sat through Ignitas briefing white faced and seriously considered using this distraction to make her escape. She was mostly healed now, she had the energy.


She packed a small bag of pilfered goods and set it aside. A go bag. All she had to do was grab it and go. Why was she wavering over the decision? It was a fucking easy one. Grab the bag, and go. Get out of this diseased hole full of slavers while she has the chance.


When Oleander called she told herself she had to answer or they would look for her sooner. Maybe it was the truth. 

Maybe.

She left her bag and trotted to Oleander. He looked younger than she remembered. Scared. “I heard.” She said, what else was there to say?