Esme’s POV
“Run” Cole growled, his voice barely human anymore as he slammed against the silver-laced bars with enough force to bend the metal. The entire cell block shook, sparks flew where his claws scraped the steel.
Before I could even scream, Landon’s arm locked around my waist and yanked me backward. My feet left the ground. He was running before I could process it, dragging me down the corridor, away from the snarls of Cole.
“What’s happening to him?” I gasped, clutching at Landon’s shirt as he half-carried me through the dim hallway. My heart was in my throat, choking me.
“He’s gone mad,” Landon bit out, not slowing. “Your scent trigger plus whatever poison that’s in him; Cole’s wolf doesn’t know friend from foe right now.”
We burst out of the side exit into the cold air. Lando
