The atmosphere above held the undeniable aroma of blood, perspiration, and terror. I leaned my ear against the basement door, with Chloe scratching at my leg, her tiny growls escalating with each noise and bang I perceived. My stomach churned in turmoil.
The brawl was intensifying.
Ruth's voice echoed in my mind—*"You haven't been trained for this." "Allow us to handle our responsibilities."* Yet every fiber in my being urged me to assist. Being here in the darkness, hearing the turmoil above, seemed like a betrayal to myself, to Chloe, and to all I had worked so diligently to safeguard.
Another thud echoed, this time nearer, and my heart leaped into my throat. I held Chloe close, embracing her small wolf shape against my chest. "Remain here," I murmured, even though my voice trembled.
She squirmed in objection, her tiny sharp claws digging into my arms. "Chloe," I whispered urgently, "I beg you, just—"