The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 129: Theo

I was at the top of the rock pile, wedged against the ceiling with Pierce across from me. We were strategically moving stones and had

produced an opening small enough to let some light in. I was getting hopeful when I heard a muffled voice from above us.

I motioned Pierce to freeze.

We waited a few seconds and the voice sounded again. It carried through our opening enough for me to recognize it as Harry’s. Kieran jumped to the front of my mind, bringing rage with him. I pushed him. back. We couldn’t get to Harry yet, and he wasn’t helping.

I heard crunching footsteps and a sliver of light beamed through our little space. We tucked ourselves against the ceiling as best we could to stay out of sight. The light went away but I didn’t hear Harry leave. It felt like an eternity until he finally walked away.

I started to move again but Pierce stopped me.

“Not yet,” he mouthed. “Too close.”

If we moved a stone and caused a slide, he’d be able to hear it. I suppressed a huff but remained still, not waiting another second after I felt he was far enough away.

I’d like to say we made quick work, but nothing felt quick enough. When the opening was finally big enough for us to fit through, I almost left Pierce behind. But I needed him to help me keep a level head. As long as he was here, I remembered Briggs was with Kingston. And I needed to keep tabs on Kingston, too.

I pulled Pierce out of the hole and onto his feet.

“He went this way,” I pointed out. “Come on.”

what used to be a hallway, with only one accessible door in the direction we were heading. It led into a room where we found a part of

and out of rooms and hallways, but I was getting increasingly frustrated. Kieran was going crazy in

I finally said, resisting the urge

Pierce agreed. “Without knowing what this place looked like, I wouldn’t know how to find

my fingers through my hair, forcing myself to think. “This was a packhouse,

Kin

general idea.” I returned to the room we had just left and looked out the window. “This isn’t the front where we came in, and there were off–shoots on either side. So, let’s say we‘ ve made it to the back. The

or conference rooms,”

some kind of meaning here. Whatever it is, he wouldn’t set up in just any room. He would

Receiving Hall,” Pierce said.

were formally recognized during any event or occasion where the pack

to look for a way back down to the

came through the link. “There was a

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Briggs

Although, I wasn’t sure that was much better since making heads or tails of the place was impossible. And it didn’t escape my attention that several of those dead ends included strange doors. But Kingston said

breaking the silence we had been

family,” Kingston said. “It was my pack. Everything I had known and loved was

brought up terrible memories for Kingston, and a feeling of unease

remember the

these tunnels. As the