Chapter 225: Leon
The hours passed slowly. Another two food trays were brought before I really truly began to worry about Grace. There was no sign of her. Nobody except the guards who brought our trays had been down at all. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control fast, but it wasn’t lost. At least not yet.
“What do we do?” Caleb whispered.
Our plan was supposed to start tonight. According to Grace, Rhys would have troops on the border to cause a scene and draw as much attention away from us as possible, and we would run the other way, hopefully without too much of a fight, toward the Golden Pack border. But now, we had the added complication of Grace not being with us anymore. It was my job to protect her, and I couldn’t. I hadn’t been able to do a damn thing since she was brought down here.
Goddess. I missed Heather. She would know what to do right now. She wouldn’t hesitate. She would just do what needed done. She always would have made a better Beta than me. Growing up, I had always thought that we would be Betas together, but she hadn’t wanted that. She was my counsel when I asked for it, but that was it. And even knowing all of that, I still knew that she would do a better job than I was.
“I think we have to continue with the plan and add in rescuing Grace.” I answered after a long moment. I knew everyone around us was listening with bated breath. They wanted to be free as much as we did, if not more, most had been here far longer than us. The relief in the cells around us was palpable. Proving that I they had been worried that we were no longer going to do the plan.
“How are we going to get Grace? And how will we know when it’s time?” A young voice from a few cells down asked quietly.
I looked at Caleb, whose face wore a serious expression that I knew to be fear, but to anyone else just looked a little menacing. “We have to split up.” I said the words I knew he didn’t want to hear.
“We don’t even know if she’s alive." Caleb argued in a hushed tone. “She could be dead by now, and we’d be wasting our time and resources.”
“She’s not dead." I answered sure of my answer.
“And how do you know that?” Caleb asked.
“I just do. They were worried about her. They need her for something. They wouldn’t let her die. She was just exhausted and dehydrated. She pushed too far. I’m sure they’re just taking precautions.”
“How do you know?” Caleb pressed.
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“That’s not helpful at all."
“Trust me." I told him as if it was easy when it was anything but.
He rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue anymore. It wasn’t a win, but it wasn’t a fight either.
“Which one do you want?” I asked. “Grace or the group?”
It was an important question. One that would determine the success of everything going forward.
“I’ll take the group.” He said after a long moment. “You get Grace, but we again have no idea where they’re keeping her.”
“I have an idea,” A woman to my left answered. She looked sort of familiar, even in the dark. There was something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on, but yet it was like I knew her. Fuck. I had spent too much time down here. Of course, she was familiar, she had been my fucking cell-neighbor since we got here. I was just losing it.
The woman quickly explained her thought process, and I nodded in agreement. If we were lucky, the key we would need would be on the key ring that we were about to steal within the hour. At least, that’s about how long I thought it would be when they came down next. One of the Lycans about 6 cells away had started to feel his Lycan again yesterday after he had stopped eating the food. He said his power wasn’t very strong, but he should be able to use his power of summoning, to summon the keys from the guard without him noticing. With Grace, me and Leon all here, they had been a little careless with their other prisoners, hence not knowing that their powers were coming back.
We had a back-up plan in case the summoning didn’t work too. I just didn’t like that plan nearly as much. It was a lot more risky than it needed to be, but we would make it worse. Grace was right. We were really only going to get one shot at this.
We went over the plan, over and over again. Everyone had a role, and everyone knew what their role was. I was beginning to think this might work.
My heart pounded as the door to the end of the hallway opened. I looked down hopefully, hoping it was Grace, but no. It was just the food trays. I lowered my head and did my best to act inconspicuous. Our plan relied on no one giving us a way, and that was a dangerous game.
My tray was shoved through the slot in the cell with little care. There was an urgency in the guards’ movements tonight, and a rush of excitement flooded my system. That could mean that Rhys’ people were in place. I knew Caleb had his doubts about his brother being able to do this, but I also knew that it came from a place of fear, not disbelief.
“I’m so sick of this shit!” Jerry, a middle-aged prisoner shouted when the tray was shoved into his cell. “This is not real food! This is poison! Why not just fucking kill us all right now?”
Step one: Distraction. The plan is officially a go.
The guard opened Jerry’s door and began a beating. I couldn’t see, but I could hear, and I hated that this was a part of the plan, even if he had agreed to it. I stared into the dark, trying to see the keys be summoned, but I couldn’t see shit. Not until a young girl made a cooing sound signaling that they had been returned.
Luckily for Jerry, the Guard left fairly quickly, and the keys were passed down till they were in my hand. I made quick work of my locks and made my way to Caleb and then the others. I did the cell doors and gave Caleb the keys to the chains that held most people in place. And soon everyone was out of the cells, and step two was a go.