OW'S

not heard from him since we first tried to escape. I should not have allowed him to come along with me. Knowing my father well he

too much to bear, and I was not strong enough for the torture I foresee

ear a noise outside my cell - a soft thu

but then I hear it again. I crawl towards th

llow," it whispers, urgent an

it's enough to give me hope. "Yes

lly. I've managed to disable the locks on your cell. You

. Could this really be happening? Could

from days of abuse. But I push through the

hadows, their face hidden by a hood. "This way," t

fear. I don't know who this person is or why they're

dungeon, slipping past gua

teps and voices echoing through the

d figure stops and turns to me. "This is as far as I ca

ation about Jake? I ask

"As it happens, Jake is alive. But he's being punished f

ou hel

ou because we believe your escape can help the pack. Your friend

fear of the unknown

re." the hooded figure says

k to the person who helped me escape. "Thank you," I whis

er days of darkness. But as my vision clears, I can see the forest stretching

st the earth. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm goin

r and the sun on my skin. I'm alive, an

behind me. My father and my pack will never stop looking

free, and that's

rn in my legs and the stitch in my side. I try to push throu

asping for breath. I feel like I'm going t

oice, muffled and di

me, concern etched on his face. He look

ng to sit up. "I just need a

ression softening. "D

. Who is this man? How did he fi

an feel my body starting to shut down. I'm so

d on mine. "Don't worry," he says, his voice

cradling me gently like a baby. I feel

mind clouded with exhaustion. But even as I slip away, I know that I