#Chapter 78 Escape
Patara
The sounds coming from outside the room I had been thrown into racketed up and died down. I dragged myself to the window, looking into the sky. I didn’t see any figures gliding over the jungle. The humid almost sweet musk of the jungle drifted through the window.
I had to get out of here before Dylan found me. I didn’t know how long it would take, but I saw trucks hauling canons and all sorts of weaponry toward the building. Shifters jumped out and started unloading the trucks. I heard them and was about to turn away when I was sure that I couldn’t wait any longer when a familiar car drove towards the house.
Was I wrong? I couldn’t be right. Hunters hated shifters, why would they be here. I was so sure that they had gotten the weapons through underhanded means.