THORNE
I ran through corridors that finally made sense, my legs pumping despite the poison making every movement feel like dragging myself through quicksand. Rowan's scent pulled me forward like a lifeline, pine and iron cutting through the metallic stench of blood that saturated the air.
But other scents hit me too, sharp and urgent and impossible to ignore.
Fresh blood…
It was my gammas' blood, coming from somewhere to my right.
I skidded to a halt at an intersection, torn between following my brother's trail and investigating the blood scent that screamed of injury and death.
The scent grew stronger, more insistent, and I made the turn before I could stop myself, my wolf's instincts overriding rational thought.
I found them in a small alcove off the main corridor.
Two of my Gammas, sprawled on the stone floor in positions that told me they'd died fighting. Their throats had been torn out, their weapons still clutched in hands that had gone cold and stiff.
