After all that gunfire, screams and the blast this place was quiet as a tomb. For a werewolf, stealth was out of the question, so she lumbered along on all fours, sniffing through the thin spacing left below the doors.
Most of the cells had a faint odour of mildew and dust. Julia dismissed these immediately. The pattern led her to suspect that the captors liked to spread the women around. We can’t comfort one another that way.
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