𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

2.64༊*·˚

I want lots of comments on all the chapters that are/will be posted till Saturday. Cause we are ending this on Saturday.

The climb to the top of the cliffs was a daunting task. Liam with his injured leg would struggle, never mind the malnourished prisoners who had been starved and kept in a confined space for two years.

The rest of the Rogues and humans were still being helped out. Some of the weaker ones would take a few steps, then rest, take a few steps, then rest.

Liam had come through the tunnel, but he would much rather take his chances on the climb than travel a day in darkness.

Zayn didn't say anything behind him. Liam felt his warm chest against his back, and an arm around his waist. His grip was usually strong and secure, now Zayn trembled and didn't hold tight enough.

Seeing his father had broken him, but Zayn would keep himself together until he was alone.

Liam would whisk him away to a quiet part of the Packhouse if he needed to.

First, they had to get out of the cave. Getting their parents out was hard. Multiple Omegas were needed, a few in front and a few behind. The way up was steep, and some parts included climbing. Though nobody complained.

Liam could only imagine that breathing in the fresh air and touching something other than the wet wall of a cave was heavenly.

Soon, it was their turn to climb. Liam's ribs hurt when he lifted his arms, like sharp stabs all over his chest. The thought reminded him of what had happened when he was taken.

"Baela!" he gasped, looking up to Zayn.

The werewolf stared above them with eyes a million miles away.

"She's alive," he mumbled quietly.

Liam relaxed and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Often, he struggled with his leg, and Zayn would lift him. Not once did they let go of each other. Liam was thankful for the physical touch.

When they were almost at the top, Liam slipped on the sandy rock and put weight on his sore leg. It collapsed beneath him and he fell into Zayn. Liam gripped Zayn's t-shirt before he slid backwards with a pounding heart.

"I've got you," Zayn whispered quickly, clinging on too.

"Please lift me out!" Liam wasn't fond of heights, especially if the fall most likely meant death, or if he was lucky enough to miss the rocks, a deep plop in rough seas.

Zayn lifted him and Omega's pulled him the rest of the way up. Trees and grass and autumn leaves were sights so glorious that Liam almost kissed the ground. Instead, he crawled to where his parents sat.

All three prisoners looked around, big eyed, open mouthed, soaking up every tree, every bush, every rock. Liam's parents cried, gripping each other and laughing and pointing at everything.

Xavier had an air of tranquillity around him. His face revealed little of how he was feeling, but Liam could only imagine the emotions after two years in the dark.

Zayn was the last werewolf to climb from the steep cliff. He approached Liam, awkwardly staring at his father, still in a state of disbelief. Liam had never seen him so startled.

"Which way is the Packhouse?" he asked.

Zayn's eyes flicked to him for only a moment, but his fingers brushed his shoulder. "East."

Liam stood. He didn't want to waste another moment out in the open. He wanted the security of a Packhouse, and to ask if they could travel North in cars. Liam didn't have the energy to hold Zayn for a full day of travelling on his back, and he doubted his parents or Xavier could even hold on for longer than a second.