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“Almost did,” I replied, the hint of a smirk on my face. “But we made it. Let’s get moving before they realize half their stash is gone—and some of their prisoners with it.”

Chapter Nine

Annika

Callum nodded, leading us down a winding path, everyone falling into step behind him. The night closed in around us as we left the shifters’ compound behind. We were away, but far from safe as we continued to move through the foggy, desolate streets until the shapes of our hidden headquarters finally loomed ahead. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that familiar tension ease from my shoulders as we approached the entrance.

Inside, the old structure creaked and groaned under the weight of our footsteps as we filed into the main room. It welcomed us with open arms. There were a few people I hadn’t noticed before. Some more rebels, like us. They glanced up, faces breaking into tired but genuine smiles when they saw us and the group of rescued prisoners. For once, there was a sense of hope hanging in the air, a reminder that we weren’t just fighting, but actually making a difference.

As the others started unloading the weapons and offering food and water to the prisoners, I turned to Lucas. There was a spark in his eyes, something fierce and alive, and it was impossible not to feel it tug at me.

“We did good tonight,” I heard him say, keeping his voice low, almost private. “Better than I’d hoped.”

I nodded, a faint smile softening my expression. “I guess we did.”

For a moment, we just stood there, letting the reality of it settle in. A part of me wanted to say more, to thank him, to acknowledge him, but I held back, letting the moment rest between us.

An hour later, a quiet hum of relief settled over everyone present as the rescued prisoners huddled together, with cups of water and bowls of soup in their hands. As I watched them they were holding onto those as if they were lifelines. I knew that feeling. Before that, they were given bundles of worn but clean clothes, and I watched as each prisoner took something with gratitude. It was a scene no one could ever describe in mere words. There was a flicker of warmth returning to their hollow eyes. We all knew that it wasn’t much, but here, in this hidden corner of nowhere, it felt like everything.

I spotted Lucas across the room, talking quietly with Callum. His usual intense expression had softened but just barely, in the dim light. It was strange, seeing him like this—so at ease amidst a room full of weary strangers, leading without speaking, steady as stone. For the first time since I’d met him, he seemed almost…at home. He caught my gaze and nodded. I took it as a silent invitation.

I made my way over to him, weaving through the small groups huddled around, their laughter and murmurs quiet but alive. He leaned back against the stone wall, arms crossed as he watched me approach.

“Not bad for a night’s work,” he said, his voice low, rough, but with that hint of amusement he always seemed to keep hidden.

I nodded, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “It almost feels like we can relax for a minute.”

“Almost,” he echoed, the warmth in his eyes fading slightly.

He cast a quick look around the room, as if scanning every face, every dark corner, like danger might lurk there. I knew we were far from safe, that the shifters would catch on soon enough, maybe even tonight. But for now, we had this. And that was enough.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually…relax,” I teased, tilting my head as I studied him. He looked different, less guarded, somehow. “Does that even happen?”

A low chuckle escaped him, almost a rumble. “Let’s just say it’s not a luxury I’m used to,” he replied, but there was something softer in his tone, a rare gentleness that I didn’t expect. “But tonight…you deserve it, Annika. You were incredible out there.”

Heat crept up my cheeks at the praise, but I brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand.

“I was clumsy, not thinking,” I said honestly. “You’ve been here…holding everything together, leading all these people.”

His gaze softened, and he looked at me with something deeper in his eyes, something that made my heart pound despite the exhaustion creeping over me. For a moment, I wondered what it would be like to stay here, by his side, with him and continue this fight. But then I remembered that I had given a promise, a promise I could never break.

“That’s what we do here,” he said, bringing me back to the present moment. “Keep each other going, even when everything else is falling apart.”

Suddenly, before I could say anything to that, a soft melody floated through the air. It was tiny and a bit scratchy, but it was unmistakable. The sound of a familiar rhythm from decades ago. I glanced around to see one of the rebels tinkering with an old radio, coaxing out the sounds of some upbeat ’60s swing. The room stirred with life, heads turning, smiles breaking out as the music took hold. It was like a small miracle, right here in the heart of nowhere.

When I turned to Lucas to ask him where that radio had come from, he was staring at me, his hand extended.

“Care to dance?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “I… honestly don’t remember the last time I danced.”

“All the more reason to do it now,” he replied with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

There was something undeniably tempting about his offer, his confidence. And maybe it was the glow of the room, the thrill of our escape, but without another word, I took his hand. He led me into the center of the room where others were already starting to sway, drawn into the unexpected rhythm. Around us, people were laughing and clapping along, turning this makeshift hideout into something that almost felt like a real party.

Lucas’ hand settled at my waist. I could feel it gripping at me, firm and steady. Then, he took my other hand, leading me into the steps with surprising ease. His movements were smooth, confident, almost effortless, as if he’d done this a hundred times before.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as he spun me out and pulled me back in, a little grin tugging at my lips.

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