Chapter 142

[SAMANTHA’S Point of View]

The inside of the cave was trickier than we expected.

Dominic’s ability to find old tracks, even those from weeks or months ago, was essential for us to navigate to the depths of the place. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything even with my werewolf sense. I felt like we were floating in nothingness, unable to feel our hands or feet. Only my husband’s whispers made me able to follow him as we headed to the deepest part of the cave, and as the air grew thin and heavy, that’s when I started to worry.

[You think it is here? You’re sure about it?] Dominic asked. I could sense the anxiety in his voice as he walked in front of me.