( … continued at the Hunter's lair)
" Alpha, just follow my lead, no talking. " She as if said with her eyes while she moved ahead of Dante in clipped, frantic steps…barely breathing, shoulders tense, head constantly turning.
The myriad zig zag corridors stretched ahead of the two of them but they were infested with guards and patrols at strategic locations.
Every few seconds she glanced back, fingers twitching as if ready to bolt….may be fight…or vanish into the walls themselves.
Dante followed silently somehow…measured…but his body was no longer calm.
Something tugged at him.
Hard.
Persistent.
Like a claw hooked into his chest and pulling backward.
A scent.
A memory.
A pulse that didn't belong to this corridor.
One step.
Then another.
Then…
He stopped.
Abruptly.
So suddenly that Theodora nearly collided into him.
Before she could react…
His hand shot out.
Fingers clamped around her wrist.
Hard.
She gasped, a sharp sound strangled before it could escape.
