The uneven, bulged earthen walls dangled in roots that tickled against Nevaeh’s face and neck as they descended down the stone staircase, heading deeper into the entrance of Cian Nicolaije’s tomb. For the first ten minutes, they had to walk in single file since the way was narrow and steep. Thierry insisted that four Lycan warriors accompanied them in their quest to find the nal jealot moon blade, and still in their bestial forms, two of them now lead the way while the other two Lycan warriors towed the back.
The air was thick and the space was dark; though neither should deter a wolf whether they be werewolf or Lycan; their beasts all could manage darkness well. But this darkness did disturb Nevaeh. Just like when they had opened the tomb earlier this morning, when she felt an ee
