Chapter Two Hundred Fifty Eight

Deep down within the dungeons, a few dashing figures rushed through finding next to no resistance as they rushed through looking for a few cells in particular. The hunters had all left their posts to attend a meeting and the werewolves were left to guard the prisoners in the dungeon. It was not long before they all made it to the cells of the rogue king and his generals.

They each shared keys and got to work on working with the locks which gave away quite easily. When the rogue king was finally no longer under restraints, the man stretched his arms and legs, "You know… that method of locking someone up doesn't allow them to take a piss when they want to," the man complained, turning his head at odd angles releasing cracking sounds.

"Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore, your majesty. We can leave as soon as possible," the man said to him, "If you would only come with us, we can show you the fastest way out of the capital."