THE CURSED LUNA
As we fled the tower, our mysterious rescuer enveloped us in an aura of invisibility, allowing us to slip past the security teams undetected.
We moved swiftly and silently, like phantoms escaping the shadows. Before long, we reached the outside world, where a vintage car awaited us, its engine purring softly.
A grizzled driver, likely a wolf himself, greeted us with a nod, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. He drove us far from the tower's oppressive grasp, the miles blurring together as my strength waned. My vision began to blur, my eyelids heavy, and I succumbed to the darkness, unaware of our destination or the fate that awaited us.