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I'm still holding my best friend's wrist, my eyes wide. Seto has the Pack's victim symbol, the diamond axe and sword clashing, but blood at the tips of the weapons, inked onto his cheek.

Tears well up in his eyes, as do mine. I pull him in a hug, and we both sit there in silence.

When we pull away, Seto looks at my neck, his eyes as wide as mine were. I glance at above my collar bone, seeing the same symbol.

I sigh, and squeeze him into another hug.

"I'm so sorry, Brice.." Seto says. I look at him.

"I suppose this is both our faults."

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I'm thrown onto the stone ground of the cell. Seto runs up and practically cradles me in his arms.

I just returned from one of the Pack's interrogations. Of course I refused to answer, but for ever question I didn't answer to, the same happened to me that happened to Seto in my dream.

I glance at a barred window in the wall, which allowed moonlight from outside to seep inside.

"We need to get out of here, Seto," I say as I pull away, wiping a bit of blood off my split lip.

His chocolate brown eyes widen. "How?"

I grin. "Easy."

I stand up and slowly limp over to one of the walls. I feel in the darkness for a certain brick.

My hand stops on a stone with an engraving in the top right corner. It was the Pack's symbol, but with an "X" over it.

I slide the brick out of place, and it reveals a lever. I turn to Seto.

"How'd you know about this?!"

I smirk. "Mitch and Jerome told me about it. They knew I was having troubles with the Pack, so they said this labeled brick is in every cell."

They never said how they knew it was there, though.

I yank down the lever, and part of the back wall moves out of place. I walk over to it, and peer into the tunnel.

I wave to Seto. "Come on!"

One we're through the tunnel, the hole in the wall closes. Seto opens his hand, a spark emites, then a flame appears in his palm.

The tunnel comes to a dead end.

"Great. Now what?" I mutter. Seto taps my shoulder and points up.

A wooden trap door is in the ceiling, moonlight peeking through the cracks between the planks of wood.

I begin to climb up the wall to the trap door, using rocks and roots sticking out of the dirt as hand and foot holds.

Seto reaches the door first but it swings open as he reaches for it.

We're about to jump, knowing it's the Pack, when hands grab our arms and pull us up.