As the night wore on, the base grew quieter, with only the occasional patrol passing by their door. Estella, Elena, and Eamon moved cautiously, their ears attuned to every sound outside.
Finally, the time came. Eamon shifted into his wolf form silently, his eyes glinting with determination. He pressed his large paw against the door, glancing back at the two women. “Wait for the signal,” he growled softly.
Elena nodded, gripping Estella’s hand. “Be careful.”
Eamon gave a low rumble of acknowledgment before he bolted out of the door, his wolf form slipping into the shadows. Moments later, the air filled with the sound of snarling and crashing as Eamon launched his distraction.
From their position, Estella and Elena could hear the guards shouting in alarm. The clamor grew louder, and foot
