“You have got to be kidding,” I whispered to myself without thinking. I’d been so close to escaping.

His filthy long, dark hair trailed in front of his eyes and shadowed his face into obscurity. An old, dull-green army jacket, just as filthy as his hair, hung from his frame while his bare feet shone pale against the black sweats he wore. I couldn’t tell his age, the color of his hair, or the color of his eyes—because of the tangle of hair—but I could see the glint of them as he moved away from the door.

He stalked toward me. I remained frozen and tried to deny the significance of the encounter as my stomach continued to do crazy little flips. Just before he reached me, he turned away and walked around the corner of the building, heading not into the woods as the rest had, but to the front of the building.

I stared after him, momentarily confused. He’d recognized me. Just as I had him. Why had he turned away? Did it matter? Move! Escape before he changed his mind!

Finally, my feet obeyed, and I lurched toward the door.

“Sam, I’ve more than fulfilled any obligation I had to you or the pack. I’d like to leave tonight.” The Elders stepped aside before I bowled them over.

I rushed past them, through the Introduction room and into the interior hall. There I paused to pull off my dirt-caked socks. Charlene would have me cleaning floors if I walked through the halls in my filthy socks.

Maneuvering through the fortuitously quiet and empty halls, I struggled to control my emotions. Over the years, I’d learned control, knowing those around me would be able to smell things like fear, anger, lust, or even sadness. But tonight all that control evaporated. Anger and fear swamped me. Anger at Sam for arranging the whole damn thing, and fear that the Elders knew what had just happened.

I’d been so close to freedom. Sam had set me up, stacking the odds against me with the sheer number of werewolves in attendance. Why would it have to be the very last one I saw that sent a bolt of lightning right into my stomach? Was it too much to ask for just one break in my life?

Self-pity began to flood me, but then a spark of hope surfaced. Could it be possible that no one noticed? Maybe they had attributed my reaction to the way he looked. I turned a corner, almost to our rooms. If I didn’t acknowledge him in front of others, then it didn’t count...right?

Once in the apartment, I headed straight to my room and grabbed my bag from the bed. Thankfully, I hadn’t unpacked.

Moving quickly, I went to Sam’s bed and zipped his bag closed just as he walked through the door. His slightly mussed, grey hair gave away his agitation. Good. He deserved a little bit of it to match my own.

He met my gaze. I resented that he did so now, after the Introduction was complete, and he’d gotten his way.

“Now, Gabby,” he started in his soothing tone.

“Stop.” I held up a hand to forestall anything else he had to say and to keep my temper in check. He might not know he’d gotten his way. Even if he did know, he didn’t deserve the pithy remarks running through my head. He deserved my respect for all he’d done for me in the past and for everything from which he’d shielded me. Still, I wasn’t going to listen to any more tonight. Amazingly, he didn’t try to continue.

“Are you driving me or not?” I asked as I picked up his bag.

He held out his hand. I surrendered the bag and wondered what I’d do once we got home. I still had a whole summer ahead of me. A summer filled with two jobs and roommate interviews. Would Sam still let me leave like I’d planned?

I followed him out the door and closed it softly behind me. I knew I couldn’t escape this place permanently because of my tie to these people, but I hoped not to see it again for a long while.

Sam’s easy stride annoyed me within two steps. Was he stalling? I took matters in my own hands and strode past him to get to the entrance.

The longer we stayed, the more likely I’d run into that guy again. According to the information I’d gleaned over the years, he shouldn’t have turned away in the first place. Maybe he hadn’t been attracted to me.

In the entry, I stuck bare feet into my sneakers, which felt wrong, but I didn’t want to waste time to stop and put on socks. A part of the heel folded under and wedged itself behind my foot. I was taking too long. Scalp prickling with tension, I struggled to pull the crimped back out. Why had I crammed my foot into the stupid thing? I took my shoe off, fixed it, and slipped it back on as my gaze darted around the room searching for any sign of him.

Sam had continued his leisurely pace and just stepped into the entry as I tugged on the door.

Nerves strung tight, I almost screamed at the sight of someone standing there illuminated by the yard light. Instead, I only stopped abruptly. Not someone. Many someone’s crowded the porch. A whole group of werewolves. For that split second, when I’d opened the door, I thought that man had returned for me.

The men fortunately didn’t notice my near heart attack or me. They were too busy watching something in the parking lot. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they blocked my view. I didn’t really care what had them so engrossed; I wanted to go home.

I heard Sam behind me, muttered a quick “excuse me,” and moved around the small group. It took me less than a second to spot the object of their attention. Once I did, I couldn’t look away.

Sam’s truck had exploded. Ok, maybe not literally, but that’s what it looked like at first glance. The detached hood leaned against the right front fender. Dark shapes littered the ground directly in front of the truck. My mouth popped open when I realized I was looking at scattered pieces of the truck’s guts. Little pieces, big pieces, some covered in sludge. Deep inside, I groaned a desperate denial. Not Sam’s truck. I needed it.

A clanking sound drew my attention from the carnage to the form bent over the front grill. He did this, the last man I’d met. He studied the gaping hole that had once lovingly cradled an engine—one with enough life to drive me home.

“Gabby, honey,” Sam said from behind me, causing me to jump. “I don’t think he wants you to go just yet.”

My heart sank. Not only did the man’s actions scream loud and clear “she’s mine” but Sam’s calm statement confirmed my worst fear. The Elders had noticed. My stomach clenched with dread for a moment, and I wrestled with my emotions. No, it didn’t matter who noticed. I wasn’t giving up or giving in. I’d told Sam I’d come to the Introductions. I had never agreed to follow their customs.

“There’s more than one vehicle here,” I said.

“If we go inside to ask anyone else, we’ll come back to more vehicular murder.”

I turned to look at Sam. He watched the man and his truck. He was right. I couldn’t ask anyone else to deal with this guy’s obvious mental disorder. As soon as that thought entered my mind, I felt a little guilty. I usually didn’t judge people. I preferred to avoid them altogether. But this guy made himself hard to ignore.

“Fine.” I shouldered my bag, turned, and walked toward the main gate, pretending I didn’t hear Sam’s warning.

“You won’t get far,” he said softly behind me.

The yard light’s glow didn’t extend under the branches canopied over the Compound’s dirt road. Crickets sang and night creatures distantly rustled in the undergrowth. With a hint of anxiety, I marched toward the distinct boundary between light and dark. The dark didn’t concern me as much as the things hiding within it. But my fear of that grimy man overshadowed any concern I had about crossing over that boundary. Darkness blanketed me. I slowed while my eyes adjusted.

I used my other sight to watch for signs of pursuit. None of the sparks from the yard moved to follow me.

My fear kept me walking for miles. No werewolves ever entered within the perimeter of my sight though I thought I spotted a bear. Maybe a werewolf escort wouldn’t have been so bad.