(Luna)
The ground shudders again, harder this time, dust sifting down from the tunnel ceiling in a fine grey rain. Kael doesn't wait for an explanation.
"Move," he orders, already reaching for me, careful of the claw marks torn across my shoulder, urging me back the way he came at a pace just short of a run. "Whatever's down here, it's waking up further. We need to get you out."
I don't have the strength left to argue, or to shift back, or to do much of anything except stumble along beside him on four unsteady legs while the tunnels around us groan and settle like something enormous is stretching itself awake far beneath our feet. Every step sends a fresh jolt of pain through my shoulder, and somewhere beneath the pain sits a colder fear, the kind that has nothing to do with my body and
