"No! Are you out of your mind? I'm not—"
"Mama, I'm hungry."
Before Elion could finish his protest, a small voice interrupted him.
"Huh?!" Elion and Dorian exchanged baffled looks, both searching for the source of the voice.
In the corner of the room, they spotted a tiny wolf gnawing through what was left of the barrier, creating a small hole in the wall. It had already eaten through part of the barrier and the wood, leaving enough space to slip inside.
"Fenrir? How is this possible?" Elion exclaimed, astonished. "I have some food here, but before that, can you eat these cuffs?"
The little wolf trotted over, tail wagging, and without hesitation, bit down on the cuffs around Elion's wrists. The restraints crumbled in seconds under Fenrir's teeth.
"Good boy," Elion grinned. "Now, can you help my friend here?" He pointed to Dorian's cuffs.
