CHAPTER 38: IAN
HAZEL'S POV
The second door opened into steps going down.
Nobody had said a word since we heard the breathing. Caleb was at the front now, I was right behind him, and the rest had fallen into some kinda formation behind us. I guessed they did this quite often, breaking into places or sneaking to attack a pack. That's the only way they'd be this organized. The steps were stone, narrow, worn smooth in the center from years of use. Very old use it seems, the kind of worn that took decades. I don't want to imagine, please let it not be true....
The air got colder as we went down, very very cold I was shivering and regretting the stupid outfit I was in right now.
"Flora," I said quietly.
"I don't like this place," she said. "It smells like it was used for something that didn't want to be used."
Yeah no shit.
