The Escape
Elias gritted his teeth, shifting Noelle's weight in his arms as he darted between the fortress's stone walls. She was completely unconscious—her body slack, her head lolling against his shoulder—but he had no choice except to carry her.
Getting in had been difficult enough. Getting out without being seen? That was nearly impossible.
The Lycans' fortress was heavily guarded, especially now that they had captured Noelle. The moment they realized she was missing, the whole place would burn with rage.
Elias took a deep breath, glancing up at the watchtowers. Two sentries stood above, lazily scanning the perimeter. They weren't looking for him—not yet—but they would be soon.
"Move fast. Move silent." He said.
He ducked into a narrow passage, his heart hammering. The scent of blood and damp stone filled the air. This part of the fortress—the servants' entrance—was rarely guarded, but it led straight to the outer walls.
