BROOKE
I woke up in darkness.
I sat up on the bed; the packhouse was so quiet. Everyone must be asleep.
Willow stirs in my head but opens her eyes, and she comes closer.
"Everyone's asleep," she said. "We should go."
I looked around; I changed my clothes into something more suitable and comfortable. I grabbed the bag and placed it on my shoulder.
"I've masked our scent; no one will know we have gone," she said.
We headed downstairs, and I looked around. No one was about, and I continued to walk toward the front door, but I spotted some money on the side of the front door, as I came closer. I feel bad, but I have nothing to my name. I grabbed it, placing it in my pocket. It's not much, but hopefully, it can get me out of here, maybe on a bus somewhere.
I turned and opened the front
