Chapter 48: Cain.

The door creaks and I run to the nearest shadow I can find, throwing myself behind one of the stone pillars in this place and making sure not to touch anything.

I'm sure half of the objects in here are rumored to have been able to work miracles a few hundred years ago.

Or maybe a million years ago. No one really knows. The last Lycan that could access the power of the moon had died a very young death.

Now these things are just artifacts in a huge place and this isn't even half of the whole thing.

I track the steps of whoever this is as I control my breathing at the same time.

The steps I hear are cautious, wary, not the steps of someone who should be here.

I barely hear the footsteps coming from down below before I'm out of my hiding spot, grabbing whoever this is by the arm and pulling them into that area of darkened shadow with me.

The scent of something warm fills my nose and from the way she goes rigid, I know she's the one immediately.

The door to the museum opens and the sound o