Evaline:
The mont we stepped into the West Tower, it felt like the world exhaled and forgot us.
Darkness swallowed everything whole... thick, heavy, ancient. It wasn’t the kind that rely dimd shapes or softened edges. It was absolute, pressing in from every side, clinging to skin and breath alike. The air slled old, like damp stone and ti itself had decided to rot here.
Before I could even register how still it was, River and Kieran moved in perfect sync.
Both of them reached into their pockets and pulled out moonstones.
The crystal rocks flared to life instantly, flooding the tower with a warm, golden glow that cut through the darkness like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. The light bounced off stone walls, catching on drifting dust particles and thick cobwebs that clung to corners and beams like forgotten mories.
As werewolves, none of us truly needed light. Nor even . Darkness had never been an enemy to our kind. But this wasn’t just another abandoned building.
This was an investigation.
And none of us were willing to gamble with sothing like this.
I let my gaze roam as we moved forward, the light revealing just how neglected the tower had beco. Cracked stone floors, peeling paint, webs layered upon webs. No footprints. No signs of recent life.
It scread... forgotten.
We headed straight for the basent, our footsteps echoing faintly as we descended. The ground floor and the stairs leading down looked exactly the sa - abandoned, untouched, as though no one had stepped foot here in years.
The basent greeted us with the sa stale air, but sothing about it felt... different.
It was still dusty. Still wrapped in cobwebs.
Yet cleaner.
More intentional.
It was subtle, but undeniable.
There wasn’t much in the space - two old tables, a few mismatched chairs, faded paintings leaning against the walls, and several rugs spread unevenly across the floor. But unlike the rest of the tower, the basent felt like it had once been used. Lived in. Soone had cared enough to arrange things instead of leaving them to rot.
We spread out instinctively.
Marcus had ntioned a secret trapdoor and that’s what we needed to find.
We checked everything.
Oscar lifted rugs, shaking dust loose as he examined the stone beneath. Kieran pushed tables aside, inspecting the floor and walls with sharp, focused eyes. River moved with calculated precision, scanning every inch of the space, his moonstone casting shifting shadows as he went.
I inspected the walls and paintings, brushing my fingers along stone seams, my heart slowly sinking as minutes passed with nothing to show for it.
There were no hinges, no cracks, no hidden levers.
Nothing.
A quiet disappointnt settled over us, heavy and unwelco.
Had Marcus been wrong? Was everything he said a lie?
I straightened, struggling with the questions that were filling my head. I turned to my mates, ready to speak when...
Clack.
The sound was sharp. Wooden. Out of place.
It echoed through the basent, slicing through the silence like a blade.
All four of us froze.
River looked down at his feet. Slowly, carefully, he lifted his boot.
The tile beneath it shifted slightly, no longer flush with the rest of the floor.
We exchanged looks - wide-eyed, alert, adrenaline sparking instantly.
Without speaking, we all moved.
Oscar crouched near the floor, inspecting the tiles. Kieran scanned the walls again, this ti sharper, more deliberate. River stepped aside, careful not to disturb the area further.
And then my gaze snagged on sothing we hadn’t touched much and stopped there for so unknown reason.
The only cabinet in the place.
It sat against the far wall, tall and old, its wooden surface worn smooth with age. We had looked inside it, around it. Inspected the floor beneath and nearby rugs.
But we hadn’t moved it.
Because it was fixed into the wall.
I walked toward it slowly, my heart pounding with every step.
The wooden door creaked softly as I pulled it open. And my breath caught. Where the back wall of the cabinet should have been, there was nothing.
Just a dark opening.
Waiting.
"Here," I whispered.
The others were beside instantly.
Oscar crouched, his expression sharpening as he examined the opening. He reached out, touching the edges of the back of cabinet.
"So it turned out to be hidden here," he said finally.
He glanced at River. "That tile triggered the chanism. And the back wall of this cabinet slid open."
And there it was... a hidden passage, leading even deeper.
River didn’t hesitate.
He stepped forward imdiately, placing himself in front of Oscar in one smooth motion, his body a silent barrier.
We all knew that gesture.
I’ll lead.
And we also knew better than to argue.
Still, my instincts flared.
Before he could crouch and enter the cabinet, I grabbed his arm.
He stopped instantly and turned to look at .
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to.
His gaze softened, understanding blooming there without effort. He covered my hand with his free one, his palm warm against my skin, and gave a reassuring squeeze... firm, steady, grounding.
"I’ll be careful, angel."
A part of wanted to hold on. But I did let go... slowly, reluctantly.
He ducked, the cabinet clearly too small for his build, and disappeared into the opening, his broad shoulders scraping against the sides as he crouched. The stairs beyond swallowed him, and within seconds, the golden glow of his moonstone vanished into the darkness below.
Oscar moved next. "I’m going next."
He slipped through the opening with practiced ease.
I followed imdiately, the stone steps cool beneath my boots as I descended. Kieran ca last, his hand settling securely on my waist, keeping close as we moved downward together.
The stairs seed endless.
Rough rock walls pressed in on either side, the air growing cooler, heavier with every step. The light from our moonstones barely reached ahead, shadows stretching long and distorted along the stone.
My heart pounded loudly in my ears, every sense on high alert.
And then...
We saw him.
River stood on the last step.
His body seed rigid, shoulders tense, head tilted slightly as he stared into whatever lay beyond the stairway.
The light from his moonstone spilled forward, illuminating a view that had gasping out loud the mont my gaze fell on it.
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