The sound of three sets of shoes hitting the polished wooden floor of the dimly lit hallway leading to the underground interrogation room of Luminera's pack house did nothing to lighten the grim expressions on the faces of their owners. Each footstep echoed against the cold stone walls, amplifying the tension that hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog.
Williams, Elena, and Vanessa looked as though they were marching toward their worst nightmare, and in truth, they were. However, the one most affected was Vanessa, her face pale and drawn. She had already come into direct contact with the entities they were about to face, and the memory alone made her hands tremble slightly at her sides.
As soon as they arrived in front of the heavy wrought-iron door, its intricate engravings gleaming under the dim torchlight, the two guards standing outside lowered their heads in deep respect and silent acknowledgment.
