THE SUBTERRANEAN CORRIDOR opened up to human-height fifty yards later. Bright lights forced my eyes to squint. My nails clicked against unpainted concrete.
Rowan’s lupine scent had been crowding me all the way through, but now he shifted upward. Motioning toward the sound of flowing water, he prodded verbally: “This way.”
Glancing back down the tunnel, I saw nothing but darkness. Not even the moon, suggesting the grinding noise I’d heard was a door closing behind us.
There was no easy way out, so I stayed lupine but otherwise obeyed Rowan. Sidled through a human doorway and entered a gym-style locker room.
There, Rowan nodded at someone while I took my bearings. n***d shifters sluiced mud off their bodies without bothering with modesty. I’d never seen so many n***d butts in one place b
