The thing in the tunnels breathed like a dying mountain.
“Don't move," Lilith breathed. "Don't even think too loud.”
Tamara flattened herself against the tunnel's wall, feeling the stone tremble with each heavy breath. Whatever shared this space was ancient – older than the pack, older than the tunnels themselves.
She sensed Kai's wolf stirring, ready for a fight. His eyes burned red in the dark, fixed on something she couldn't yet make out.
Then it moved.
The sound of rocks grinding together filled the air. A shifting shape appeared in the darkness – too many legs, too many teeth, and far too many eyes, each snapping open one by one.
“Earth Wyrm,” Lilith gasped, her silver eyes wide with fear. “They're supposed to be extinct.”
“Yeah, well,” Marcus muttered. “So are a lot of things.
