Third Person POV
Alaric and Mia approached the beaten down entrance to the tunnels after a few minutes of traversing the sewers, his heart racing in his chest.
“We go in as wolves,” Mia murmured, glancing into the darkness emanating out of the broken door leading into the tunnels.
“That’s the only option,” Alaric nodded, knowing the wolf form was the safest anyway. They were stronger and far stealthier than way.
“Follow me,” Mia instructed, slowly shifting forms to her beautiful chocolate wolf. Alaric followed, blending into the shadows against the dank walls of the tunnel.
He shifted to his wolf, feeling the strength take over his bones, his nose lighting up with all kinds of different scents — mostly rogue ones.
This way, Mia’s wolf whispered to him, th
