Chapter 155


    Elena POV


    I groan as Ie to, my head pounding to its own beat, and my limbs ache and feel heavy. “Elena!


    Psst…” I hear someone calling out my name, and I lift my head, turning it in his direction. The moment I


    move my head, blood trickles down my face from where Cane hit me. I squint. Even the dull lights


    down here are hurting my eyes. Peering over, I realize it is Soyer. My vision clears enough for me to


    see him still strapped to a chair not far from me, with a worried expression on his face.


    “Can you slip out of your restraints?” he asks urgently while ncing over his shoulder and then past


    me in the other direction the tunnel travels. He inclines his head at me, motioning towards the metal


    cuffs that bind me to the chair.


    “See if you can get out of your cuffs. Try to shift. You’re our only


    chance,” he tells me, and my eyes dart to the floor where his matey. “Is she…”


    “She’s not dead, not yet anyway. But if he feeds on her again…” he doesn’t finish, and I nod, letting out


    a shaky breath while trying to feel for Lexa when pain courses through my stomach, making me


    scream. I double over in the chair, my breath stolen by the searing pain that leaves me gasping for


    breath. Only it is not mine but Axton’s, which instantly has my mind going to the boys.


    With a surge of determination, I try to free myself from them, but they are too tight while calling for Lexa


    to wake up. Just when I thought all hope was lost, one of the cuffs suddenly snaps when Lexa shoves


    forward abruptly, feeling our mate, my entire body jerks forward, and we nearly fall face forward in the


    chair, my hand pping the ground is the only thing that stops us. Lexa forces my arms and wrists to


    break, allowing my other wrist to slip free of the cuff. “Where is Axton?” she panics.


    “I don’t know!” I tell her through gritted teeth as I fall on my side. My legs are still strapped, my legs are


    twisted awkwardly, and my ws slip free. cutting through the rope that binds my legs to the chair.


    “I’ve finally managed to get a hold of my pack. They’ve just got here. I finally opened the mind-link.


    They’re working on blocking the tunnel exits with your pack.”


    Dazedly, I crawl toward Soyer. “Where did Cane go?” I ask, and he looks at a camera mounted on the


    wall of the tunnel we are in. Looking at the cameras, I can see the council chambers and the streets


    where pack members are searching for us.


    “How long until your pack finds us?” I ask him.


    “Unsure. I know they just got here. I don’t know what tunnel we’re in,” he tells me, then nods toward the


    screens covering the walls. I turn to see cars racing into the council chambers while Axton’s men race


    toward them.


    Suddenly there was a loud thud in the distance, followed by shouts and yelling from somewhere deeper


    within the tunnel. This makes me nce over my shoulder.


    “Quick, use that crowbar over there,” Soyer says, nodding toward where a bench is filled with tools and


    misceneous crap. Staggering, I get to my feet, trying to find something, when pain rips through my


    side, making me clutch the counter.


    Opening the mind-link I feel for Axton, but can’t hold it long due to my head pounding, making me


    unable to focus. Grabbing the crowbar, I try to bend the metal arm of the chair he is strapped into. Then


    I try to pry it under the cuff. It doesn’t work. His hands are purple from how tight the handcuffs are that


    are cutting off his cirction.


    “Just do it!” Soyer tells me. I blink at him, wondering what he means. “Now! We haven’t got time. My


    mate is dying. Do it!” Soyer yells at me,


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    and I hear the savage sounds of men fighting, growling, and banginging from somewhere in the


    tunnel. Clenching my teeth, I turn back to Soyer and lift the crowbar before bringing it down on his


    wrist. He lets out a pained groan and tries to pull his hand out, but nothing.


    “Again!” he demands, and I bring it down, breaking his hand and wrist more. The sound is sickening


    when suddenly the fighting stops, making me pause to look down the tunnel. I hear cursing,


    recognizing the voice as Cane’s, and my eyes widen.


    Soyer rocks back in his chair, and I turn back to face him and lift the crowbar. “No, go take my mate


    and get out of here,” Soyer says, and I nce down at his mate on the ground.


    “Go!” He hisses at me, but I know I won’t be able to carry her fast enough. Hearing footsteps, I race


    back to my chair, sitting it back in ce. Leaning the crowbar against the back of the chair, I can hear


    Cane getting closer and quickly take my seat, pretending to be still knocked out.


    Dropping my head forward, and rest my arms along the armrests while praying he doesn’t notice the


    cuffs aren’t attached. Secondster, he enters this part of the tunnel. His footsteps seem loud when I


    hear a thud, and something hits my foot. I don’t dare lift my head to see who it is until I hear Cane


    muttering to himself as he leaves. Lifting my head, I find it is Axton’s body. I lurch out of my seat,


    tapping his face. He groans, and I mp my hand over his mouth while ncing over my shoulder.