Claire's pov

As we followed Lewis out of his chambers, the whispering grew louder, more urgent. It was a soft, raspy voice, speaking words that I couldn't quite make out. But one thing was certain: whatever was making that noise, it was coming from within the pack's headquarters.

Lewis led us through the winding corridors, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. Raven and I followed close behind, our senses on high alert. The whispering seemed to be coming from all around us, echoing off the ...