“Keep your steps light,” the Beta whispered, his voice low and steady. “We don’t want to alert the guards.”
I gritted my teeth as I followed closely behind him, my pulse thrumming in my ears. The stench of damp earth and old stone clung to the narrow tunnel walls, but I pushed through the discomfort. Every second counted. Draven's life depended on this mission.
Behind me, Keira and Lucas moved in silence, their eyes scanning the dark, tension carved into their faces. The rest of the Bloodmoon warriors waited at the perimeter, ready to launch a diversion if things went south.
“How much farther?” I hissed, barely keeping the frustration out of my voice.
“We’re close,” the Beta murmured, a smug edge in his tone.
I didn't trust him—none of us did. But with Draven in enemy hands and no cle
