Sounds made by Duncan’s boots vibrated through the stone floorboards, growing louder with every passing second. The unique, suffocating pressure of his dominant Alpha aura rolled down the narrow passage like a physical wave, compressing the cold air inside the tiny cell.
"Hazel..." Amara gasped weakly from the damp flagstones, her eyes wide with a sudden, childhood terror as the heavy footsteps echoed closer. "He’s coming. You have to run."
"Shh. Don't speak," Hazel whispered fiercely.
Moving with a sharp, calculated urgency, Hazel grabbed the silver helmet from her belt and slammed it back over her head. She pulled the dark, opaque visor down with a sharp click, completely sealing her face, her hair, and her sky-blue eyes from the world.
She reached down, scooped up a handful of the
