The only access door to the room leads to a small staircase and this to a larger place full of cages that could barely house a transformed Wolf, much less one in human form. But from the way Jamison avoids looking at them and his body tenses at the smell of blood and vomit, he tells me that he knows exactly what they were used for.
I notice how both he and Cai stay by my side, Sacha just a step back. Our movements are careful and coordinated, trying to make as little sound as possible either to avoid attracting the attention of whatever is outside.
When we finally get to the final room I can feel the others tensing up, ready to face danger. But it's a strange feeling, because not only can I understand that the others are getting ready, but I feel Cai and Jamison; His breath is my breath,
