The Smell Of Death

“How long is this bloody tunnel?” I ask, my breathing shallow as I try to fight the claustrophobia I’m feeling.

“I think I see a light up ahead,” Cassia says.

“We’ve been down here for nearly thirty minutes. Where do you think it leads to?” Elder Andino asks.

“I have no idea, but we need to be quiet and prepare for what’s on the other side,” Athena says, the glow of her blue eyes helping light the way through the pitch-black tunnel.

‘Is Enyo in control?’ I ask her.

‘No, why?’

‘How are your eyes blue if you’re in control?’ I ask her, confused.

‘I don’t know. It just happens sometimes. It’s like I can draw on a power from within me, and when I do, it’s Enyo’s eyes, but I’m fully in control,’ she explains.

I nod, not really understanding. “Maybe you should shift,” I whisper. “Just in case there’s more of Alpha Leon’s men or the rogue pack waiting for us.”

“I agree,” Elder Laskaris whispers back.