Leah
The tunnel swallowed us whole.
Stone walls closed in on either side, slick with moisture, the torchlight from the entrance fading behind us as we descended. The air changed in temperature with every step. Warmer. Heavier. Carrying the scent of minerals and smoke, something alchemical beneath it that stung the back of my throat.
A rush of footsteps sounded behind us.
I spun, shadows coiling around my fists before I could stop them. Cain grabbed his blade.
Keanu skidded around the corner, human again, golden hair windswept, a shallow cut above his left eyebrow leaking a thin line of blood down his temple. His amber eyes were bright, wild, alive with the adrenaline of a fight recently won.
“There were a lot of them.” He fell into step beside me, barely winded. “But they were weak.
