Axel
We walked along a hiking trail that cut through the rear of Xavier's territory, our shadows stretching long and thin. Several miles lay between the prison and the estate where the cruel, heartless men resided, busy boasting about their wicked deeds. Jeremiah estimated that there were, at most, four or five guards outside the prison, with Sienna and perhaps one or two common criminals locked inside.
The full moon hung above the treetops, casting indistinct shadows on the trail. I was well aware that if we were caught, the men guarding the prison would be at the height of their strength, and we would be vastly outnumbered.
We halted behind a holly bush, out of sight of the two men patrolling in front of the prison. It wasn't a massive structure, but its stone walls and rusted steel
