Eira’s POV
“I know that sound,” I whisper.
And I have no idea how.
Art steps closer, his flashlight beam steady on the blank stone wall. “From where?”
I shake my head, trying to pull the memory to the surface. It isn’t a place, neither is it a voice. “It feels like… a rhythm I used to follow.”
Soren balanced his weight. His jaw growing tight, his eyes kept darting towsrds the shadow area. Then he also acknowledge the feeling I was experiencing. “My wolf instinct knows it,” he mutters. “But I don’t remember.”
"Thump-thump."
Then a slight Pause.
"Thump-thump."
The dust on the stone wall shifts. Not falling. Sliding.
I step closer, my tracker instincts taking over. The dust is disturbed along a vertical line. A physical seam. And carved into the s
