Zero watches the king as he walks out of the cells with such a smug smile on his face, he buries his face in Travis' book, but he is smelling deeply to smell the scent of blood, to smell the scent of Wren on Ezekiel's skin at all, it is only when he fails to smell either that his heart finally settles.
‘Steele, he is out, no scent of blood, but I will check on her’
Steele’s heart that has been sitting in his throat finally settles. That was the most torturous ten minutes of his life. There is nothing that can be seen on the outside at all. Slate is still standing in a room full of high-ranking officers with incredible senses and there is not a single one that glances his way.
‘Good, now we need to map the internal of the prison, clear footage of the layout, security and all the inmates,
