Chapter 151
Skye’s POV
I shd dowerscard, my body rushing through darkness in a long, winding tunnel. The concrete walls scraped against my skin as i spiraled deeper and deeper. Turning sharply at unexpected angles that sent my stomach hirching
My hands desperately sought purchase against the unnoth surface, but found nothing to grip.
“Adrian!” I called out, my voice echoing in the narrow passage before being swallowed by the darkness,
1 couldn’t tell how long I tumbled through the blackness, until finally, I hit the bottom with a hand thot that knocked the wind from my lungs.
1 lay there gasping, the world spinning wildly around me. My head thrubbed, and nautes rolled through my stomach in sickening whet
1 squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe slowly.
Calm down. Deep breaths. In… put… in poi…..
After several moments, the dizziness began to subside. I carefully opened my eyes.
I found myself in what appeared to be a modern underground tunnel system.
Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling cast a steady, clinical glow across smooth concrete walls. The air was cool and slightly damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and something metallic.
As my
vision cleared further, I noticed something strange about the tunnel network.
Then I looked up and saw something that made me gasp,
Above me, visible through a glass ceiling panel, was another corridor–upside down. I could see walkways, doon, and even what looked like a water fountain, all inverted as of gravity worked differently just a few meters above my head,
ts not flat,” I murmured as understanding dawned. The maze is three–dimensional
“It’s
The entire labyrinth wasn’t designed on a single plane hut as a complex three–dimensional structure with multiple levels operating under different gravitational rules.
This explained why we hadn’t encountered other teams–the maze wai
massive and layered.
“Some packs entrances must be underground,” I realized aloud. Different teams could be navigating entirely separate sections and layers.
“Good
Elder Selene! This truly is a work of art!” I exclaimed, my voice echoing against the concrete walls.
Beality quickly pulled me back to my current predicament. I needed to find Adrian and the others.
I tumed toward the tunnel entrance and shouted:
“Adrian! Can you hear me? Adrian!”
ur mind–link.
Only my own echo answered. I concentrated, trying to reach him through our
Adrian? Where are you? Can you hear me?
Nothing
Adrian! Please answer inel
I sensed something very faint presence, like a heartbeat heard through a thick wall, but no clear connection.
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attempted to reach Ryder and Lydia instead.
Ryder? Luha? Can alvese hear me?
Same resalt. Just vague sentations, enough in know they
they were alive but insufficient for communication
Mind–links between werewolves have distance limitations. If I could only sente vagar presences, we were separated by at least kilometer. But rare i coul pense them at all, we couldn’t be more than three kilometers spari.
At least we weren’t completely disconnected. They were somewhere neatly, probably in different levels or sections of the maze
I turned back to the metal chate, determined to try retuming the way I’d come
I approached the entrance, attempting to scale it. But the tunnel walls were nearly vertical and impossibly slick, like polished teel. There were no ridges crevices to use as handholds.
After several attempts, each ending with me sliding back down after climbing only a few feet, I gave up.
“Fine, I get it,” I said to the tunnel. “You don’t want me going
hack
Since 1 couldn’t return to my original path, I had no choice but to move forward.
If this mate had only one exit, we’d all eventually meet there, regardless of which routes we took.
I took a deep breath and chose the straight path ahead of me.
The corridor was well–Et, with smooth concrete floors and occasional directional signs that, frustratingly, were written in symbols I couldn’t understand.
The tunnel stretched forward, curving slightly to the left after about fifty meters. I quickened my pace, hoping to find Adrian or other clues soon.
However, as I rounded the bend, the environment began to change subtly. The clinical fluorescent lights dimmed, replaced by older, yellowing fixtures that cast long shadows. The concrete walls gave way to rough stone, and the air grew heavier, carrying a familiar scent.
A powerful sense of déjà vu struck me. This smell… I knew this place.
The light grew dimmer, and the corridor narrowed. My heart raced as an ominous feeling crawled up my spine. This wasn’t just any random section of the maze–this was a specific place, somewhere I’d been before.
After passing through a heavy metal door that swung open at my approach. I stopped, drawing in a shocked breath.
Before me stood a low stone building with small, barred windows and moss–covered walls. The trance was a heavy metal door with a rusted but still walld
lock.
The dungeon of the Gravestone Pack.
seven months ago.
From seven
My leg began to tremble, my
ly stomach contracting painfully.
I knew the maze would test us, but I hadn’t expected it to be so cruel, so precise in finding my deepest wounds.
Just then, the door slowly opened with a grating creak. A familiar figure stood in the doorway, her black hair disheveled, her face bearing a defiant expression despite the gentleness in her eyes.
“Nadia My voice broke
She looked exactly as she had seven months ago, wearing the wedding guest dress Jessie had designed. A bruise circled her left eye, het lip was split, but she stood straight and tall, just as she always had.
“You came,” Nadia said, her voice calm and steady. “I knew you would.”
