78 BA Victory

78 BA Victory

Everyone is trying to stay still and hide. Breathing is heavy but controlled. They hardly pressed their backs against the brick wall. Their arms are close to the wall; eyes are vigilant to see hints and chances to take down whoever is going to their way. Alpha Lachlan watches as Sebastian tightened his grip on Maridelle's unconscious body, prepared to protect her at all cost.

All of them are focusing their senses to attack the unknown enemy coming to their direction. The chance they to escape now is minute, but they couldn't let it slip off their clasp.

“Shit,” Nyx whispered on herself. Her muscles are tensed like everyone else. But she can't feel their hands trembling like how she feels hers.

Uneasiness had never left Nyx since the time they took the first step out of the dungeon. She knew very well they are greatly outnumbered and the chance they are taking doesn't compute to at least enough percentage to make her feel that what they are endeavouring will come to a