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    “Who’s there?” one guard snapped to attention, his piercing gaze sweeping in my direction.


    My heart dropped, and I quickly melted into the shadows, pressing t against the wall, barely daring to breathe.


    Time hung suspended, each second stretching endlessly.


    The guard narrowed his eyes, scanning the area, but ultimately saw nothing out of ce. “Maybe it was nothing,” he muttered to himself.


    “What’s up?” the other guard called out, curious.


    The first guard shook his head, a trace of uncertainty in his expression. “Thought I heard something. Felt like someone was nearby.”


    He started toward my hiding spot, while the other guard chuckled. “You’re always on edge. Look, we’ve got tight security, and Carl’s running the show. No one’s sneaking past us. You’re just jumpy.”


    The first guard paused, scratching his head in embarrassment. “Guess I might be imagining things. Let’s get this white wolf to theb and then we can kick back.”


    Rxing, they turned their attention away, no longer vignt as they started to move off with the captive woman.


    This was my moment. I took a deep breath, clutched my dagger tightly, and slipped out from the shadows. The dagger’s de caught the dim light as I plunged it into the back of one soldier, then quickly reversed it to strike the other in the throat.


    The de,ced with poison, sliced cleanly through their flesh, blood sttering. They fell, lifeless, to the floor.


    The woman crumpled, her eyes wide with shock and caution.


    “Who are you? Why did you save me?” she stammered, fear and confusion in her voice.


    With no time for a full exnation, I swiftly cut her bonds. “We need to move now. Just know I’m here to help. Where are the other white wolves?”


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    She hesitated, uncertainty in her eyes.


    “Quick, we don’t have time to waste,” I pressed, my voice low.


    Grimacing in pain, she staggered to her feet, gesturing for me to follow. “This way.”


    I nodded, instinctively positioning myself to shield her as I swept our surroundings with sharp vignce.


    Though her body was frail, she pressed forward; each step was a battle, yet her eyes burned with fierce determination.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “My name is Makenna Dunn,” I whispered, following closely behind the woman. “What’s your name?”


    The woman cast a nce over her shoulder, the earlier suspicion in her eyes now reced with cautious trust. Her parched, cracked lips barely moved as she answered, “I’m Pa Burke…”


    With those words hanging in the stale air, she seized my hand, pulled me into a crouch, and guided us in silent, measured steps along the prison’s weathered wall.


    When confusion furrowed my brow, Pa leaned in, her voice a thread of sound. “The guards here show no mercy. A patrol sweeps through every ten minutes like clockwork. We have eight minutes—no more—before the next group rounds that corner.”


    I couldn’t mask my admiration. “Pa, your timing is incredible!”


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