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AMORAH
I did not wait. The moment the passage was revealed, I moved toward it, ignoring the warning Conrad had already given. Every second spent standing above ground felt like time handed directly to Bethany, and I was not willing to give her that advantage.
“Amorah,” Conrad called once.
I did not stop.
“I’m not waiting,” I replied, stepping onto the central marking and forcing my hand against the section the guard had pointed out.
There was resistance for a brief second, then the mechanism gave way beneath my weight. The stone shifted, opening downward and revealing a narrow path beneath the chamber floor.
The air that rose from it was stale.
Not old, but recently disturbed.
“They just went through here,” I said.
Conrad stepped beside me, his attention moving into the opening.
“Yes,” he replied.
I moved first.
The descent was steep, the space tight enough that I had to adjust my steps carefully as I went down. The walls were rough, not carved for comfort, and the passage narrowed further as it extended deeper.
This was not meant for regular use. This was meant to remain hidden. The scent became clearer as I moved forward.
“They moved fast,” I said.
“They planned this,” Conrad replied from behind me.
I kept going.
Every part of me pushed forward, ignoring the weight of what Conrad had already pointed out.
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This was not a simple chase. But I had already made my decision.
The ground leveled out after a few more steps, opening into a longer stretch of narrow tunnel. The darkness was heavy, broken only by faint light from behind us and the low glow of torches set into the walls at intervals.
“They knew we would follow,” Conrad said.
“Yes,” I answered.
That did not change anything.
I moved faster.
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Conrad stayed close.
Not blocking my path, not pulling me back, but never more than a step behind. I could feel his presence without looking. constant and firm, and the awareness between us tightened as the space around us narrowed.
It made it harder to think.
It also made it easier to keep moving.
“You need to slow down,” he said.
“No,” I replied.
“You’re moving ahead of the group.”
“They’re behind us for a reason,” I said.
“They’re giving us space,” he replied.
I did not answer that.
Because I already knew it was true.
Behind us, his wolves followed in silence.
Their movement was precise, coordinated, and they did not crowd the path. They left distance between us and them, enough to move if needed, but not enough to lose contact.
The passage curved slightly, forcing me to adjust my direction as I followed the scent deeper. It did not split yet, and that meant we were still on the main path.
“They didn’t hesitate,” I said.
“No,” Conrad replied.
“They knew exactly where they were going.”
“Yes.”
That confirmed it again.
And we were walking it exactly as it had been planned. The thought settled in the back of my mind, but I did not stop.
The tunnel narrowed again, then opened slightly, the walls pulling back just enough to allow more movement. I adjusted my pace, taking in the space more carefully now.
“They expected more than one person to move through here,” I said.
“Yes,”
That meant this path had been used before. We continued forward, the silence around us heavy but not empty. Every step carried weight, every movement measured, and the deeper we went, the more the tension settled into something sharper.
I stopped.
The two routes opened in different directions, both narrow, both carrying the same stale air. The scent divided as well, faint
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present on both sides.
“They separated.” I said.
“Or they want us to think they did,” Conrad replied.
I looked at both paths.
There was no clear difference. No immediate sign that one was more used than the other.
“They don’t have time to create false trails,” I said.
“They had time to plan everything else,” he answered.
That stopped me. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to think.
The instinct to move forward pressed hard, pushing me toward the nearest option, but that was exactly what I needed to
resist.
Conrad stepped closer.
He did not speak immediately.
Instead, he placed his hand against the wall near the split, his attention focused on something I could not see at first. His fingers moved slightly, pressing against the surface, tracing along the stone with quiet precision.
“What are you looking for,” I asked.
He did not answer right away.
Then he shifted slightly, his hand stopping at a specific point.
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“This one,” he said.
I followed his attention.
“There’s nothing different,” I said.
“There is,” he replied.
He pressed against the wall again, then stepped back.
“The movement here was heavier,” he said. “More weight passed through.”
I looked again, this time more carefully. The difference in the ground, the slight shift in the surface where it had been disturbed more than the other side.
“You’re sure,” I said.
“Yes.”
That was enough. I turned toward the path he had indicated. I did not question it.
And that alone unsettled me more than anything else that had happened since we entered the chamber.
I stepped forward.
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The passage narrowed again, tighter than before, forcing us to move in single file. The air grew heavier, the scent stronger, confirming we were on the correct path.
“They didn’t slow down,” I said.
“No.” Conrad replied.
“They’re trying to stay ahead of us.”
“Yes.””
We moved deeper.
The tunnel stretched longer than I expected, twisting slightly before opening again into a wider space. The shift was sudden, the narrow walls pulling back into something larger.
I stepped into the opening first. It was an underground chamber.
Not large, but wide enough to allow movement, with rough stone walls and a low ceiling. The air here was different, less confined, but still carrying the same recent scent.
“They stopped here,” I said.
“Yes.”
I moved forward, scanning the space. “They didn’t leave cleanly,” I said.
Conrad stepped beside me, his attention moving across the chamber.
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