#Chapter 368 – Deeper In

Sinclair

“We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back.

“The priests are not that stupid,

Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. ” If they can make the door disappear, they can make the windows solid – ”

“So what do we do,” Roger growls, frantic, as our remaining healthy men take advantage of the momentary reprieve to attend to the men who are wounded. I glance around, doing a quick survey and finding that about eight of our men are down. I grimace when I realize that two are not moving at all, or making any noise. But I look away from them fast, not needing the distraction.

“We retreat, I say, holding Roger’s eye, “or we move further in. But there’s a reason why they’re not attacking here – they’re letting us stay in relative peace because they want us to stay here. Which means they don’t want us to leave, and they don’t want us to go further.”

“What?” Roger asks, frantic and a little baffled, looking around. “Why don’t they just kill us? Why don’t they just -”

“Because they can’t,” I say, nodding as I figure it out. If they had more priests to send – enough to take us out – they would do it. But the fact that they’re not sending them…

My wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now, on more secure ground

his brows knitting together, still looking frantically for a way to get out, to

think I have any less concern for Ella than you do Cora, then you

my face close to his so that only he hears me. “But you need to pull it together. You’re not going to

a second, his jaw clenched, but then he turns back to me

glancing up towards the staircase and the second level where I suspect more are waiting for us, guarding…. something.

here, but they can’t hold us forever. So the only question is – do we fight to leave? Or to

too. The idea that – well, that they want us to stay here means that they knew we were

about us than we thought they did. That they know that the

location of the bunker. I groan inwardly at the possibility, but I force myself to turn away from it, to focus

putting the pieces together. “If they aren’t sending more,” he murmurs, meeting my eves,

I ask, steeling myself

his

our healthy men falling back – as is part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders for the men to press forward no

as one, Roger and I turn towards the stairs, determined to

itself immediately as we start to climb, considering that there is a blank wall at the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door through which we can pass. When I

face close, sniffing it.”

my arms over my chest

the priest’s power comes from binding their wolves. Which means that…whatever they’ve accessed to create this kind of illusion…we have access to

I ask, turning

he says, looking at me askance.

it, but our wolves too are gifts from the goddess. They’re magic, as much as we don’t generally describe them that way. That the priests are able

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