Third POV
Lucas, Liam, and Levi stood frozen in front of the empty cell, the silver bars bent outward at an impossible angle.
The warrior who had been assigned to guard Annie lay motionless on the ground, his skin an unnatural blue-gray color. Blood trickled from his nose and ears, and his eyes were wide open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
“Damn it,” Lucas muttered, kneeling beside the fallen warrior. He checked for a pulse, though it was clear the man was beyond help. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed as he spotted something in the warrior’s neck. “Look,” he said, pointing to a small needle protruding from the skin. “Poison, most likely.”
“Probably wolfsbane,” Levi said, recognizing the faint purple residue around the entry point. The youngest triplet moved closer to examine the bent bars. “These were forced from the outside. Annie didn’t do this alone.”
Lucas stood up slowly, his jaw tight with anger. “She had help. Someone broke her out.”
