Panting heavily, Ellie released her grip and shifted back to her human form. She stared at Cezar's lifeless body, a mix of relief and horror washing over her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But I had no choice."
Shaking off the shock, Ellie turned her attention to Nick. His pale, motionless form on the table reignited her sense of urgency.
"Nick," she murmured, gently cupping his face. "I'm getting you out of here. Just hold on."
With determination fueling her every move, Ellie carefully maneuvered Nick's limp body onto her back. His weight was substantial, but her werewolf strength allowed her to bear it.
"We're going home," Ellie said softly, adjusting her grip. "Back to the castle. You're going to be okay."
As she took her first steps towards freedom, Nick's hea
