Lucas’ POVThe corridor was narrow, lit only by weak yellow bulbs hanging from the ceiling at wide intervals. Some flickered, others buzzed softly, casting broken shadows that moved when nothing else did. Every step echoed, even though I tried to keep my boots quiet.Behind me, Chris followed, then two of our most trusted fighters. The rest stayed outside, guarding every possible exit.“This place feels wrong,” one of them muttered.“It is wrong,” I replied. “That’s why Joe chose it.”We moved deeper.The tunnel branched in three directions. I stopped, closed my eyes, and breathed in slowly. My wolf pushed forward, sharpening my senses. I filtered out the old smells—dust, oil, decay—and focused on what mattered.Her scent was faint, but it was there.“She went left,” I said.Chris didn’t question it. He never did when my voice sounded like that.The left corridor sloped downward. The temperature dropped with every step. Water dripped from the ceiling, splashing softly onto the stone f
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