*Delilah*
The guards in this pack aren’t stupid, but I’d picked up their pattern easily. They tried to make it confusing or thought they created a sophisticated routine but it was still a routine and the pattern returned. With my daily outings and involvement in the group, I was able to get a generic headcount of the rogue pack’s numbers and who was the most skilled. There were certain people that I needed to stay away from but others I could sense would be more sympathetic to my situation.
“So, your dad liked to brag about how good of a hunter he taught you to be, is that true?” Nathan appeared in front of my cell with a shit-eating grin. His teeth were stained with yellow discoloration and a darker color that made me wonder if he had shifted recently, for a hunt. But if he had already hunted, why was he asking me about it now?
“Stop talking to me about my father. At this point, nothing you say will surprise me.”