Madeline:
“Is there anything down there that can help you get up?” I asked the old man.
He let out a helpless cry, the sound of it breaking something inside me. It was painful to hear a man trapped and suffering like that.
“There’s a lever here,” he said weakly.
Graham and I exchanged a quick look. Maybe that was it. Maybe these rocks weren’t just blocking the cave, they were part of a mechanism.
The thought hung between us until Graham added, “My wolf can squeeze through. He’s pretty flexible, you know. Even if he breaks his bones, he manages to get the job done.”
He tried to sound confident, but something about it didn’t feel right. A chill crept up my spine.
“Okay, okay, but be careful,” I uttered, and it made him turn around and look at me silently.
“Don't worry, I'll be fine,”
