(Hunting)

Nikolai POV

Earlier in the morning before the sky welcomed the new day I picked my sword laid at the sword chest. Slipped on a camouflage, wrapped my long hair in a tight ponytail, and made it to the door of the chamber. Eyes peered from right to left in dire distress not to run into the guards who are littered all over the Pack house.

Five minutes later, and no sign of them, I huskily walked out of the door, shutting it behind quietly before hurrying down the long corridors, and left the pack house undetected.

A smile on my lips as I stared back at the Pack...