"Is this the place?" Zeven muttered quietly, his voice echoing faintly within the damp, cold corridor. He stood at the threshold of the underground facility, hidden deep behind the roots of the dead mountain.
Before him, a heavy steel door stood slightly ajar, leaving a gap that emitted foul-smelling air. A pungent scent of chloroform mingled with a raw, metallic stench he could not define. Zeven took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as the wolf instinct within him provided a constant warning of danger.
With a strong push of his shoulder, the door shifted, granting access to the secondary laboratory. The room was vast, dominated by rows of tiered metal shelves holding thousands of glass specimen jars. Flickering neon lights on the ceiling cast long, dancing shadows agains
