Chapter Thirty-five: THE NET CAUGHT A BIG FISH. 

ALLISON KEELER

I blended into the girls scuttling for safety. With sweaty palms and ragged breathing, I gave the map one final glance making my mind on the path to take to the gate.

Although my wolf was as good as dead, I still had my humanoid sight, good night vision.

With everyone's apprehension about the fire, trying to either go off to safety or try to put the fire out before the fire truck arrived I stealthily slipped to the garden, sprinting unnoticed toward the garden, my steps were heavy yet silent.

I was panting as I got to the gate I had been eyeing for days now.

This was it.

No security guards were patrolling the garden, there was none before the gate. This was a major relief.

With quick hands and darted gazes I worked on the heavy bolts which squeaked loudly from how rusted the heavy iron gate was. But I doubted anyone could hear the squeaking gate from the stir from the apprehensive girls.

My heart thumped wildly, my teeth chattered and my soul was braced