The moment the scream cut through the earth, my body moved before any thought could catch it. I threw myself into the tunnel mouth, feet skidding on packed dirt, hands catching the narrow sides as I dropped into the steep descent. Cold air ripped past my face. The smell of silver and blood burned my nose.
Behind me, Beau’s voice cracked through the link.
Do not run ahead.
“Then keep up,” I snapped, and my voice echoed through the darkness.
The tunnel curved hard, forcing me to duck to avoid being clotheslined by a rusted metal beam. The air vibrated with old energy, the kind that felt like trauma soaked into stone, the kind that remembered screaming. My wolf shoved at my ribs, snarling, pacing, pushing me faster until my pulse felt like it was running ahead of my body.
My boots pounde
