Sasha's POV
Wait... Oh no! This isn't happening.
I snap back from my fantasy with the twinkle of an eye and brace myself for flight. There's no way on earth I will allow him to catch me in this manner... Shamelessly wet, matter of fact, dripping.
I squat so he doesn't get as little as a glimpse of me. Steady, I crawl past the window and instead of following the direction by which I came, I change my route, guessing he will open the door to be sure no one is here. And if I follow the same path and he comes out, I'll be caught, and be forever doomed.
Thank the stars for the gross darkness. Even though the pack house is very much lit, I use the areas that lack the kiss of light's rays. I hear a door open, as the hinges squish.
Not thinking twice, I take a fast leap off his radar and then sprint for the sharp bend by my left.
