I kept my mouth shut as the guards escorted me through the tunnels, but alarms were blaring in my head still.

I had seen it, clear as day. The guard had lifted up his hand like he was holding a phone, muttering something about reinforcements, before he froze and realised what he was doing.

But there were definitely no phones here, neither were there any cell towers or Wi-Fi. This was supposed to be medieval werewolf land, with torches and swords and forests that stretched for miles in every ...