Atticus had opened the prison. At first, I did not want to follow. His face seems severe, but I would not wish to follow him. This might be a trap or something. Yes, he made it and arrived here at night, but my inner thoughts would not allow me to follow him.
"Please, don't make this a joke!" I shouted at him while holding the prison bar, letting me stay here. "I don't want to fall into this trap. This is not funny, human!"
Atticus shook his head and looked at the right hallway, then stared back at me. With no words left in his mouth, he held my hands and let me out of prison. I wanted to stop him from doing it, but I could no longer do it because my body suddenly wanted to follow him even though I had not thought about this. It seems like my inner wolf had activated and created her own decision, and it was to follow Atticus.
