I didn’t cut the wire. That would trigger an alarm. Instead, I found a tree that grew close to the wall, a massive oak whose branches hung over the boundary. Victor had likely kept it for aesthetics. Bad move. I climbed the tree. I crawled out onto the limb that extended over the wall. I dropped down onto the manicured lawn inside.
I was in. I moved from shadow to shadow, avoiding the sweeping arcs of the security cameras. I made my way to the main house. It was a sprawling mansion with huge windows. I peered through the living room window. They were there, the remaining wolf pack. Victor was pacing in front of the fireplace. Dominic, Evan, Felix, and the injured ones.
Kyle, hand bandaged. Grant, throat bruised, and Ian, ribs taped. They looked exhausted. They were arguing. I couldn’t hear them through the double pained glass, but I could read their body language. Victor was shouting. Dominic was pointing at the door. They were unraveling. Then something happened that stopped me cold.
