CULLEN
5… 4… 3… 2…
I let out a soft snarl as the warriors traded places. Right on schedule.
“You need to sleep. We can’t get out of these; there’s nothing we can do until circumstances change,” Calder chided me. He attempted to lift his arms, making the chains clank and emphasizing his point.
“No,” I told him. It had only taken me a few hours to clock their movements. Every 18 minutes, the warriors stationed around us shifted positions. Every four hours, they were swapped for a new set. Each set repeated the same pattern.
And then there were the others roaming about.
Amateurs.
That’s what you get when an i***t assumes they can run a pack. Patrol patterns had to be as near random as they could be in order to prevent them from being mapped. Just as I was doing.
“Cullen, Remi and
