Ember thundered down the corridor, his nose twitching as he hunted out the familiar scent of the announcer who was hidden somewhere in the building.
The wolf growled as he tracked the smell that was permeated with the weak man’s fear.
Sniffing deeply, Ember made his way through the building, halting at a large tapestry that hung on one of the walls, shifting back, he pulled at the fabric, moving it to one side to reveal a slim heavy wooden door. Pushing against it, he found it locked, letting out a frustrated growl, the Rogue King shouldered his weight against the obstruction repeatedly until the hinges holding the door in place gave way, pulling the screws holding them in place out of the wall.
Lifting it out of the way, Eric placed the door inside the small opening, allowing the tape
