{Casper’s Pov}
We exited the stone tent with fear and trembling. Dreading the fact one wrong move could alert that monster.
Mom leaned heavily on me, her breath shallow but steady, her steps slow. I had one arm around her waist, the other showing my extended claws. We had to be alert. The scent of the camp’s c*****e clung to us both — smoke, blood, and that metallic scent from the shackles.
We didn't make it far before a whistle split the air.
And I froze, staring in the distance as the second flare arced into the sky, pulsing blue.
“They're safe,” I said to Mom.
That was the second signal we prepared. The others had made it out — decoy and infiltration teams both.
My heart thumped with relief, the plan had been an absolute success. Save for that one inconvenience. I felt ease wa
