Apollo
The Zervos pack territory is naturally boxed in on two sides by mountains and deep canyons—natural barriers. The main entrance to the pack- where the gate is, is on the northern border. Only the western border is different. It unimpededly leads off the territory.
Another howl sounds from somewhere behind us, closer than before. Too close.
The decision makes itself.
I turn and run. Conner alongside me.
We turn our backs on the screams. On the dying.
The western border rushes toward us.
I feel a shameful relief of survival. Then we're across the invisible line that marks the edge of our territory.
Gone.
Alive.
We don't look back.
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Diana POV
Dominicus still leads the way, but our pace is significantly faster. Familiarity breeds speed and what took us twenty-three minutes to traverse from the base of the cliff to the castle now takes only nineteen minutes to go back.
Every second counts. We all know it.
We reach the base of the cliff and immediately begin our ascen
