The abandoned steel foundry stood like a monument to industrial decay at the heart of Morgana's stronghold, its towering smokestacks reaching into the storm clouds that now churned overhead with supernatural fury. Luna crouched behind the rusted hulk of a delivery truck, studying the tactical situation through enhanced werewolf senses that painted the darkness in shades of silver and gold.
The building wasn't just defended—it was fortress-like in its preparation. Morgana had transformed the foundry into a labyrinth of magical barriers, each one designed to channel attackers into predetermined kill zones. The main entrance was obviously a trap, the side entrances were warded with spells that would alert every defender in a three-block radius, and the upper levels crawled with shadow creatu
