"Ready?" Jason whispers into the dead of the night as I stand on the outskirts of our pack's territory.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I roll my shoulders back twice then forward, getting ready for a forced shift. It's a dangerous procedure that's best done with the aid of one's mate but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Ok, be good and stay safe." He whispers once more, taking a few steps back with a thumbs up.
I nod, crunching over slightly as I prepare for the process ad Jason leaves, taking guard as my lookout just in case someone should appear.
The plan was that he'll stand there for about 15 minutes, hoping that'll be more than enough time for me to shift and run. When the 15 minutes are us, he goes home, because, by then, I should be gone. The plan is all in the timing.
