Harper’s POV
Lucas shoves the last of the second group of men in the side room before he turns to me and grabs my hand. One more hallway, and we’ll be with the wolves. I glance at Lucas, then at his hand holding mine.
His grip is light, but his knuckles are bloody and cracked.
I notice a slight slump to his shoulders, the way he’s breathing heavier than he was before, and the slower pace of our running. Is he tired? Can he fight more guards without getting hurt? I bet he is. Since entering the hallway, he fought and won against twelve guys. I don’t know anyone else who can do that.
As we enter the last hallway, five guards greet us. Lucas reacts instantly, not even bothering with the distraction method. I duck back, getting out of the way as he sidesteps the first man and shoves him
