Not all paths lead to safety; some lead to the edge of death.

"Weapons up," I ordered. "Formation tight. Don't touch anything that looks like it might move."

The chamber sprawled before us, too large for comfort. Three tunnels branched off into darkness. Any one of them could hide attackers.

Darius's wolf was fully visible now, gold bleeding through his irises. "We're being watched. I can feel it."

"Multiple hostiles," one of the wolves confirmed. "Scent markers from at least six different ...