[Margaret's Perspective]
"Remember what we discussed?" I whispered to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she turned to me in horror.
"I don't think I can, Margaret."
"We only have this one chance. You can definitely do it well."
I tied a knot at both ends of the rope I'd just untied from our bodies and tied it loosely around our feet and hands, creating the illusion that we were still bound.
"Listen to me. When I went out just now, I looked around. There aren't too many werewolves in this cabin. I suspect that many of their guards are outside. If we shout like just now, there's a high chance that only one of them will come in. With our sneak attack and him being unprepared, we're absolutely likely to succeed," I arranged in a low voice.
Elizabeth reached out and grabbed my hand. Her palm was sweaty. So was mine.
We could feel the tension in each other's hearts, but our expressions were solemn and firm.
