Pierce stood on a side street, his shoulders slouched and slightly shivering in the rain. He was looking up at an apartment building. His apartment building. He shook his head in disbelief on how easy his plan had worked so far. He hadn’t been sure where Jane’s allegiance had been when he had passed her the lie of getting home as soon as possible, but he was sure now. For within a week of uttering the need to return home, he was staring at it.
He remembered how suitably shocked he was, sitting in the Hunt room, when he learned his Pack’s excursion was going to be through his portal.