The tunnel tightened around us the deeper we moved, the walls narrowing like the building was trying to swallow us whole. Frost spread under our feet, crunching quietly with each step. My breath fogged in a thin trail behind me, fading into the dark.
The sound came again.
A scrape.
A drag.
A long metallic rattle that echoed off the walls like someone pulling chains across a frozen floor.
It stopped.
Then started again.
I swallowed hard. “If this turns into a ghost chain attack, I am quitting the entire pack. I am serious. I will walk out and start a bakery in another country.”
Beau growled softly. “Stay behind me.”
“No.”
“Lainey.”
“No,” I repeated. “If something jumps out, it can hit my face first. That way I get to blame it personally.”
He muttered something in wolf-speak that
