Leah
The corridor stretched ahead of us, lined with stone pillars and iron candelabra that threw flickering light across the walls. Our footsteps echoed in the quiet. Keanu walked beside me with a steadiness that grounded the trembling in my legs. Cain walked ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the space like a ship's bow.
I could hear them before we reached the doors. Hundreds of voices. The low hum of a crowd gathered for something they'd been waiting for, layered with the occasional burst of laughter, the shuffle of bodies adjusting, the unmistakable restless energy of anticipation.
My heart climbed into my throat.
The doors were massive. Dark wood banded with iron, carved with symbols I recognized now as lycan heritage markings. Cain stepped to one side. Two guards positione
