The underground dungeons of the Blood-Moon Pack were carved directly into the freezing bedrock of the mountain.
Hazel moved through the absolute darkness like a hunting phantom.
She wore the heavy iron-reinforced leather armor Kael had provided. The official Blood-Moon crest on her shoulder plates gleamed faintly under the sparse torchlight. The polished silver helmet completely encased her head, its dark, opaque visor masking her face and shielding her sky-blue eyes from any acute wolf gaze.
The armor was slightly too broad for her slender frame, but she wove a subtle current of kinetic balance through her muscles, forcing her stride to look perfectly heavy, masculine, and disciplined.
She turned the sharp corner leading into the primary guard landing.
Two large elite sentries sat
