Marked by fate
Neither of the other two have questions either, and Edwardo continues;
“Good. Lieutenant Montague, please go with Commander Wilson. Lieutenant Jameson, with Commander Blake. And Cadet Larkin, you’ll be with Commander Norris.”
Perfect. Just my luck.
Norris is the oldest of the three. Scarred, silent, and but still massive for a wolf his age. He gives me a once-over, eyes unreadable, then turns and walks out without a word.
I sigh inwardly and follow him.
He leads me down several flights of stairs, deeper into the facility. Each level we descend, the air shifts—heavier, colder. The lighting grows dimmer. The corridor down here is narrow, the walls dark and damp-looking, like the stone itself i