Luci nearly slid in the mud outside. When had it started raining? He glanced at the sky in fear. Would there be enough light for Bel? It didn’t matter, he had to try everything he could. Angrily, he forced himself to scramble forward towards the wall again, leaping at the wooden boards that had been screwed to the metal frame of the window. He snarled when the wood refused to come free, his human flesh coming away with wood splinters buried in the fingers and palm instead of hearing the satisfying sound of wood breaking free. He prowled furiously under the window, trying to force his mind to calm so that he could think his way through this. Testily, he let out a roar of frustration and his nails lengthened. He leaped at the board, hanging from it, claws dug into it, yanking downwa
