Several galleries away from the chamber where Victor was facing Ghideon, Alexa was beginning to reconsider every decision she had ever made in her life.
She stood in the middle of a partially destroyed tunnel with a blood dagger in her right hand and her coat covered in dust, mud, and pieces of flesh that definitely did not belong to her. Four dead werewolves lay at her feet, another was pinned against the wall by several violet needles piercing its arms, and one final creature was still trying to crawl after losing both legs.
The problem was not the difficulty.
The werewolves occupying those tunnels were strong, fast, and annoyingly resilient, but none of them came close to the level required to defeat the combined members of the two squads. The problem was their number, the structure of the trap, and the fact that every gallery seemed to lead to three more, all filled with additional enemies, natural barriers, and mechanisms ready to collapse behind them.
