Rafael's Point of View
The air in the lower levels of the Lunaris pack house is damp and heavy, the kind that sticks to your throat and carries the scent of iron and old blood.
My boots echo against the stone floor as we follow Alpha Jordan down the narrow corridor, the rest of us trailing in tight formation.
Kai’s steps are silent beside me, too calm for a guy whose jaw looks like it is carved from stone right now. Alec and Trevor follow just behind him, they are tense, their eyes sharp. Octavia keeps close to her father, her movements quiet but purposeful, her expression unreadable.
The deeper we go, the colder it gets.
The air hums faintly with old protective wards, a shimmering energy woven into the walls of the underground prison to keep even the strongest wolves contained.
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