Chapter 10

Selene felt the weight of the moment crushing down on her, like a vice, the dim torchlight flickering past damp walls in the endless underground tunnels. Bleeding and distraught, Lena Whitmore was there, her eyes flicking between Selene and the faraway sound of footsteps that echoed through the stone passageways. “The Elders,” Lena had whispered, her voice barely a breath.