While hiding behind a thicket Samuel scanned the renegade camp front as tension hovered through the night sky. His wolf instincts heightened as he directed all his attention toward hearing every sound. While waiting quietly all companions maintained deliberate and slow respirations.
After an endless period of searching Samuel located the rogues' point of captivity where they held Serafina hostage. A mixture of fear remained noticeable underneath the online of sweat and mold emanating from unwashed individuals among the wet logs. The idea of her pain caused a tightening sensation in his heart yet he commanded himself to ignore it while focusing on the mission.
One of his guys growled softly, indicating movement. Unaware of the danger approaching, a renegade sentry walked idly close to the entrance of a rudimentary wooden cabin. Samuel gave his group the signal to stay out of sight. Before beginning a rescue, they had to make sure Serafina was in the right place.
With hesitation Samuel walked forward while trying to maintain a slow pace. The man took the time to listen while resting against one of the huts. The voice emerged breakingly strong from a hole in the wooden walls. Serafina.
He looked into the hut while his heart beat rapidly.
There she was, restrained yet awake, her gaze flitting over the dark room. He felt a wave of relief, but there was no time to rejoice. Before the rogues realized they were being monitored, he had to take swift action.
"She's inside," he muttered, turning to his soldiers. I give the signal, and we move. Quick and quiet. No errors.
With grim looks, the warriors nodded. Now was the moment to act, and Samuel would not stop until Serafina was secure.
The energy of his pack surged through him as he mentally counted down. The first rays of moonlight broke through the thick canopy above, and the breeze carried a faint rustle of leaves. Now was the time. To indicate the accusation, he held out his hand. The rescue effort was underway.