Ravens POV

Zach's grip tightened around the rogue’s lifeless body before he let it slump to the floor. His eyes met mine, filled with a blend of determination and sorrow. This was it—our only chance to escape.

"Stay close," Zach whispered, his voice low and urgent. "We move quickly and quietly. We don't know how many more there are."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. The memory of the searing pain from the mark still lingered, but the rush of adrenaline now coursing through my veins was stronger. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from getting back to my boys and Dylan.

We crept through the dimly lit corridor, every step calculated to avoid making any noise. The building was eerily silent, the only sound the distant hum of machinery and the occasional drip of water from leaky pipes. It felt like we were in a maze, each turn leading us deeper into the unknown.

Zach paused at a corner, peering around it before motioning for me to follow. I couldn’t help but marvel at his transformation.