Connor ran into the woods, unable to control his anger and anxiety. The thought of the guards whipping her chilled him to the bone. With her petite form, she wouldn't be able to bear so much torture. She would die.
He wished he could barge into the dungeon and run away with Eleanor. Something within him stopped him from doing so. Fighting with the entire pack would be like diving into a pit of fire. He was not willing to give up his life for anyone, not even for her. He had goals to achieve. His deepest desire, to be the alpha of the pack, was yet to be fulfilled. He couldn't do anything stupid before he achieved this goal.
However, he wouldn't let her die in the dungeon.
"I need to do something. I have to…" He murmured as he paced restlessly through the woods.
Footsteps close by drew his attention.
