Lucien

The lower halls were damp, covered with stones that had not been disturbed in generations. Lucien led the way, Nyla at his side, Reid trailing behind with two guards. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

The deeper they went, the colder it became. Lucien's wolf stirred uneasily, hair lifting at the scent that clung to the stone. The air was something that didn't belong within walls.

Behind him, Rhea's steps faltered. "Why here?" Her voice was quiet, yet it ...