Chapter 83: The Last Night
The crypts were cold.
We had retreated to the deepest level of the fortress. It was a cavern carved into the bedrock used by the ancient packs to bury their kings. Stone sarcophagi lined the walls.
The pack huddled in the center of the room. The wounded were groaning softly. Mothers held their children tight and whispered lies about everything being okay.
Victor led me away from the group.
We walked to the far end of the crypt. There was a small alcove there. It was dark and private.
Victor sat down on a stone lid. He pulled me between his legs.
"Show me your arm," I said.
He rolled up his sleeve.
The bite mark was ugly. The grey rot had spread three inches up his arm. The veins around it were black.
"It spreads," Victor said clinically. "It is trying t
