#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…

we’ve got enough force on us that they can’t risk it. That we, somehow, outnumber or outmatch them. My wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now,

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

to me. “If you think I have any less concern

bringing my face close to his so that only he hears me. “But you need to pull it together. You’re not going to help them by acting on impulse, all right?

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

the second level where I suspect more are waiting for us, guarding…. something. Perhaps their

can’t hold us forever. So the only question is – do

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

far more about us than we thought they did. That they know that the girls are alone now.

bunker. I groan inwardly at the possibility, but I force myself to turn away

my surprise, hesitates, glancing up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together. “If they aren’t sending

I ask, steeling myself for his

nods his

who are able again line up before us, two of 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

towards the stairs, determined to continue the

is a blank wall at the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door

his face close, sniffing it.”

chest and looking

research, that the priest’s power comes from binding their wolves. Which means that…whatever they’ve accessed to

I ask,

he says, looking at me askance. “That…I mean, we forget

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

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