The air here is alive. Watching.
My wolf’s hackles rise. Keep going, she growls. We’re close.
I move more slowly now, my breath shallow. The tunnel narrows until I have to duck to pass through. Finally, the passage widens, and I hear it …panting. Ragged, human, and just ahead.
The screaming has stopped.
I press myself against the wall, inching forward. The sound grows louder until I find a break in the stones — a small, hidden seam. I run my fingers over it, searching.
There — a pressure point.
I push, and a section of the wall slides away with a low grind.
The air that hits me is colder, ranker.
I step through.
The candlelight spills into a vast chamber lined with iron bars. Dungeons.
My chest tightens.
There are cells stretching down both sides of the corridor, some empty, oth
