~Samantha~
"Still hate this place," I muttered, staring at the massive stone entrance covered in carvings of wolves mid-hunt at the Wolf Tomb. "Just putting that out there."
Dominic squeezed my hand. "Noted. We'll make this quick."
Quick. Right. Because nothing involving ancient tombs and magical circles ever went quickly.
We'd come back because of that old parchment we'd found last time, the one with the weird glowing circle drawn on it that neither of us could figure out. Reynold had mentioned something about the Wolf Tomb holding answers to royal bloodline stuff, and since I was apparently neck-deep in royal bloodline drama, here we were.
Again.
"Ready?" Dominic asked.
"I don’t think so." I stepped through the entrance anyway.
The inside was just as I remembered. Dark. Cold. Smelled like something I couldn't name but definitely didn't like. Torches lined the walls, already lit, which was either convenient or deeply suspicious.
