Page 2 of Sold Wolf Slave

“Morgan,” I whispered.

Morgan’s head shot up. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped into a softO. I let out a deep breath. I’d been worried she would be hurt, but she seemed all right. She looked healthy, her auburn hair clean, still falling in its normal ringlets. They’d dressed her in clothes that complemented her curves. At least these creeps looked after their slaves.

“Kendra?” Morgan hurried over to me, a mix of disbelief and worry spreading across her face. “What are you doing here. How did you—?”

“Questions later,” I hissed, glancing around. I didn’t know how much time we would have. If anyone did come, we wouldn’t be able to fight them. We had to hurry.

I glanced down at the lock. It was magic-proof. I knew because I’d tried at least once a day on the identical one on my own door. I found a ring of keys dangling on a hook nearby. The guards here were cockier than a lot of slavers I’d been passed to. I guessed they didn’t expect any trouble. Well, they hadn’t accounted for me.

Keys in hand, I raced back to the cell and tried key after key until one slid in the lock. The door swung open. The instant it was clear, Morgan flung her arms around me. I did the same, holding her tight, relieved to be near her again.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking her over. When Morgan nodded, I said, “Great. Let’s get the hell out of here before someone else shows up.”

I grabbed her wrist and dashed down the hall.

“Do you have a plan or anything?” Morgan asked as we hurried, trying to be as fast and quiet as possible.

“Don’t get caught,” I retorted in a whisper.

I glanced at the other locked doors, and guilt squirmed inside me. I hated having to leave the other girls here, but I didn’t have a choice, not if I wanted to get out. Once we escaped, I’d find someone to help. They wouldn’t be here for long. But they would be if the slavers caught us.

“Not much of a plan,” Morgan pointed out.

“Not much time to come up with one,” I countered. “I saw the opportunity, and I took it. Otherwise, there’s no telling when we’d have the chance again.”

Morgan didn’t respond. I knew I’d acted impulsively, maybe even recklessly, and that there was a chance this could all blow up in my face. But what the hell was the other option? Stay in the open cell and get a pat on the head from the slavers, who’d laugh and point out how we didn’t even bother trying to get away when we had the chance because we knew it was useless? And eventually get sold when they figured the time was right? Not a chance.

“Let’s find a way out of here,” I said. “If we can get out of this place, then we can find the portal out of here.”

There were a dozen things wrong with that plan, and we both knew it. We also knew there were no other real options at the moment. It was either be a little reckless, or give up and resign ourselves to our fate.

My wolf urged me to shift, wanting to stretch her legs and get out. Except it would draw more attention, and Morgan would have to ride on my back. The less conspicuous we made ourselves, the better.

I held up my hand and muttered an incantation. I felt a trickling warmth run down my body, and I knew we were vanishing from view, turning invisible. I could still see Morgan, who was under the same enchantment, but no one else would be able to see us. I jerked my head, and we began slinking down the hall.

We moved slowly, neither of us making a sound. I didn’t know how much time we had. Guards made the rounds every hour or two, so if we were lucky, we could get out before they realized what had happened. Or at least we might if I could get my bearings. I had no idea how large this place was, or how long it might take to get out.

Commotion and cries echoed behind us, and dread sank in. Our head start was up. They’d figured out we were missing.

My arm wrapped around Morgan’s wrist, and the two of us sprinted. This place was massive. How the hell was I supposed to get us out of here?

Probably the point,an annoyingly unhelpful voice whispered in my head. I ignored it.

I rounded the corner and came to a halt. Two guards stood at the other end. My breathing shallowed, and I prayed they hadn’t seen us and we could get away. Except one of them sniffed and turned their head toward us. His eyes narrowed.

“Over here!” he yelled, charging toward us along with his partner.

We spun on our heels and ran back the way we had come, turning down a different corner this time. God, this place was a maze. I had no idea how close we were to an exit, much less if we were even going in the right direction.

From the other end of the corridor, a wolf barreled toward us, fangs bared as he snarled, stalking toward us. My own wolf snarled internally, wanting to break free. But even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t hurt him or any of the other guards.

Then another wolf came from behind us. And a third. Heart thundering in my throat, I pulled Morgan against the wall. We shrank back, hoping that they assumed the scent was old and would move on.

All three wolves turned toward us, snarling as they formed a semi-circle around us, blocking our escape. Several guards, still in human form, raced to fill the gaps. We were trapped.

One of the others, not in guard uniform, strolled forward. “We know you’re there,” he said. “Make it easier and show yourself.”

A wolf snarled, his jaws snapping inches from my wrist. I flinched, but stayed invisible and silent. Our smell might have led them here, but if we didn’t reveal ourselves, they couldn’t be certain.

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