(Kaelan’s POV)

The door groaned. I stood. Feet grounded. The wolf in my bones clawed at my chest; my skin itched, my eyes began to burn. I took a breath—one, two—and let some of it in. My pupils stretched. More light bled into the world.

Metal complained. The latch squeaked. I counted—wrench on the left, iron bar on the right. The entry path was narrow. One person would enter first, two waiting behind. The first was usually the one reeking of confidence. Hit his knee, snap his elbow, ...