Chapter Twenty-four

Miller was still in the late Rogers apartment as the werewolf king Rico secretly assigned still watched over him there. The dimly lit apartment was shrouded in an eerie silence as Miller, a captive in this Rogers place, cautiously assessed his surroundings again. His cell was a small, grim space, the walls lined with cold, unforgiving bars that left little room for hope. But Miller was not one to give up easily, especially not after everything he had been through.

On the other side of the bars, the assigned werewolf sentry, who had been entrusted with guarding Miller, lay asleep on a makeshift bed of blankets and cushions. It was a risky decision on King Rico's part, but he believed his loyal werewolf could keep a close watch on their captive. However, it was a risk that would soon become evident.

Miller's heart pounded in his chest as he hatched a daring plan for escape. He knew that he had to be cautious, patient, and above all, silent. With deliberate precision, he moved to the edg