“Viktor, I thought you didn't make it,” Lana added, ignoring Tyler's emotionless attitude. “I was so worried about all of you,” she said, her voice shaking.“It's good to have you back,” Kamala hugged her, sobbing uncontrollably.Levi gently slapped Frankie and Aragon across the shoulder. “How did you guys survive?” Tyler finally asked.Leading them through the darkly light tunnel to the full square of the basement, “when they gathered us to set the cells on fire, two of the prisoners they put us with, showed us the crack they've been creating to escape. Collectively, with our powers, we worked faster. Soon, we made it to the hole. As many cubs as we could lead, we led out with those prisoners. When Annik's came back and saw that our cell was empty, they just set it on fire. I'm thinking that they didn't dare report to him that we had escaped for fear of their lives.”The tunnel wasn't brightly lit, but, since they knew their way around, Kamala just led Lana by the hand until they go

Tyler silently led the survivors back to the Island. The ride was sad, only the waves of the sea slapping hard against the boats. By nightfall, they were at the entrance of the Island. Carefully, the men led others through, driving them on bikes back to the Mansion.As the survivors approached the mansion, they were met with a grand entranceway. The double doors were made of solid oak and stood tall, guarding the entrance to the luxurious home. Tyler led the way, using his keycard to disarm the security system and allow them inside.Even Lana was properly observing the place for the first time, as there was less tension in the air. She was a bit relaxed and far past walking on eggshells.Once inside, the group was awestruck by the opulence of the mansion. The main foyer was adorned with crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and ornate pillars. The living room was equally impressive, with plush velvet sofas, a grand TV set, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of

Lana tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. The pain in her stomach had subsided, but her mind was still racing, and sleep seemed elusive. She decided to get up and take a walk around. As she walked past Kamala's room, she heard the sound of muffled sobs coming from inside. Lana hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should go in. But the sound of her tears was too much to bear, and she pushed the door open gently. Inside, Kamala was hunched over on her bed, her shoulders shaking with each sob. Lana's heart broke at the sight of her friend's pain. “Oh, Kamala,” she said softly, her voice filled with sympathy. “I'm so sorry.” Kamala looked up at her, her eyes red and puffy. “Lana,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.” Lana shook her head, her heart heavy. “You don't need to apologize,” she said. “I just wish I could do something to help.” Kamala let out a bitter laugh, her tears flowing freely once again

Lana sat alone in the boat, feeling the cold sea air whip through her hair. She pulled her sweater tighter around herself, trying to warm her chilled skin. Tears streamed down her face as she thought about the events of the past few days. She couldn't believe that everything had gone so wrong. She reached for the bag of snacks she had packed and opened it, but found that she didn't have much of an appetite. She took a small bite of a granola bar and set it down on the seat beside her. She couldn't help but feel lonely and lost, adrift in the sea. As she sat there, she thought about all the things she had done wrong. She had betrayed Tyler's trust, and now she had abandoned her friends on the Island. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake. She leaned her head back against the boat's railing, closing her eyes and trying to calm her racing thoughts. She took a deep breath, feeling the salty sea air fill her lungs. She knew that she couldn't change the past,

Their walk was shorter than an hour, filled with absolute silence as they both much into conversing. When they arrived, Jack opened the door to the small house.“Here we are,” he announced.Lana gave him a weak smile. “Thank you,” she said.Jack nodded.It was just a mini space with a bed, reading chair and table, and a duffle bag. That was it. Nothing fancy and big. It seemed like those houses that you could easily leave behind while making a run. The floor creaked because it was made of hardwood as well as the wall and roof which wasn't high.“You can rest in the bed for a while, and we will figure out what next to do or find what to eat,” Jack proposed.Lana nodded in agreement. She was tired, and her body ached to her. Resting wasn't a terrible idea.She sprawled on the little bed immediately. It wasn't as soft as she was used to. But, it was better than the discomforting hardness of the boat. The sheet was thick and could make one sweat, but the coolness that came with staying c