pain.
His angry steps carried him to his room. As soon as he shut the
door behind himself, Paris made an inventory of what he’d have to
take for an extended trip to Japan. It was a bit mind-boggling really.
Paris hadn’t done much travelling, so he didn’t even have papers to
take an official flight. He would have to sneak in on one, perhaps in a
shifted form. He was small enough as a wolf to pass for somebody’s
pet. That would entail several difficulties, though. He’d have to be in
a cage, and if someone figured out the truth about him, God only
knew where he’d end up and what would happen to him.
But the alternative was staying here, and while his wolf craved
Jace’s presence, he spent every waking moment wondering,
questioning himself. Even if he went to his own death, he had to try.
Otherwise, he’d go mad here, waiting to receive news and
increasingly burdened by the pack’s hostility and his friends’
disdainful affection.
Decision made, Paris started packing a bag. He wouldn’t need
much stuff if he went with the plan to escape the country in shifted
form. He went with some clothes and whatever money he could find,
putting everything in a small backpack that would go unnoticed in a
crowded plane cargo room.
Once he was ready, he looked out the window. There were always
a lot of guards watching the Alpha mansion, and evading them, as
well as the security systems, would be a challenge. Paris had faith that
he could do it, though. As inexperienced as everyone considered him
to be, he did have one skill that had served him well so far. He could
memorize and assess the perimeter of a large compound, and if he
saw the plans beforehand, he could even find blind spots that could be
used to his advantage. It was how he’d managed to run away from his
former pack in the first place. He was also quite fast and agile, his
size useful when he needed to sneak in somewhere or get out of sticky
situations.
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Scarlet Hyacinth
Paris looked at the time and mentally assessed his situation. He
hid behind the curtains as a group of guards walked past the house,
directly below him. When they were gone, Paris knew he had to take
his chance. Without allowing himself to linger any further, he opened
the window and jumped outside, easily landing on his feet even if his
room was at the second level. He had maybe one minute before the
guards would be making rounds in this area of the compound again.
By that time, he needed to be out of their field of vision.
Thankfully, Paris could remember where exactly the sensors were
and managed to avoid them. He moved as quickly as possible in the
circumstances, half expecting that any moment now, he would be
caught. He wasn’t. Surprisingly, he managed to get over the fence and
reach the edge of the forest just before the guards came around once
again. He caught sight of one of the men sniffing the air and dropped
to the ground, hoping the man would not pursue his suspicion. The
guard looked up at the still-open window, and just like that, Paris
knew he was busted. Crawling against the ground, he hastened into
the forest, hoping they might lose his tracks. It was too late to back
down anyway. His attempt to flee would make him lose what little
trust he’d earned in the eyes of the Alpha. Jace would probably be
disappointed and hurt as well. As his mate’s image flashed through
his mind, Paris experienced a pang of regret. Maybe he shouldn’t
have left like that. In the end, Jace probably meant well, and Paris was
acting just like the kid they thought him to be by running away and
doing whatever the hell he wanted to, regardless of the rationale
behind their advice.
He was seriously considering going back when all of a sudden, he
sensed a presence approaching behind him. A wolf emerged from the
bushes, and Paris stopped, frozen in his tracks. He couldn’t have
moved to save his life.
As the majestic beast turned into Jace,
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