He disappears after telling me I’ll move rooms.

“You could have closed the door. Oh, wait. It’s busted,” I say sarcastically.

He never comes back, even after several seconds and then I hear a door slam a few down from me. I breathe out a heavy breath and look down at the splintered wood. Broken shards litter the floor where he came in earlier.

Well, his wolf came through.

As I stare down at the broken pieces, I’m reminded that nothing about this place is safe. At least they can’t ...