Chapter 138

• "I need you to run for your life and find Dimitry before Wyatt or Sybil get to you. You have to find Dimitry and mark him. Do you understand?" Misty nodded, her mind fixed on locating her mate and claiming him as her own. She gently touched Hazel's wound, her hand trembling with concern, but quickly recoiled when a loud thud reverberated against the iron bars. The noise startled both Misty and Hazel, but for now, they were shielded behind the sturdy bars that Xerxes was fiercely shaking.
• "Wyatt!" The cry tore from Hazel's throat as she desperately called out for her mate, her emotions raw and urgent. Misty's hand tightened around Hazel's, her eyes wide with fear. The sight before her was terrifying. She had never learned to fight, and the menacing wolf on the other side of the bars was paralyzing her with dread. "Hazel!" Misty cried out, but before she could finish her words, Xerxes yanked the rod, creating a gap large enough for him to slip through into the cell. Hazel's instincts kicked in just in time. She swiftly opened the latch and secured it again before Xerxes could comprehend what had happened. They were out, and he was locked in—temporarily. Despite the narrow escape, Xerxes still had a way out through the opening he had made.
• Without hesitation, Hazel and Misty dashed for their lives. As they hurried through the passage, they were greeted by rows of cells containing lifeless bodies. They couldn't afford to dwell on the tragic sight; their focus was solely on evading Xerxes, whose pursuit was relentless.