It was cramped, with carved pillars pushed up into all four corners. What hit me the hardest about the place was how gloomy it felt. Dark and miserable. Shadows played on the walls, intertwining, dancing to the beat of the flickering candles that hung on either side of the room. Wolf stood only a few feet away from me over a rectangular-shaped stone slab. It was half the length of the room. My eyes fell on its surface markings. Chiseled deep into the stone were archaic symbols and drawings. They matched the ones carved into the pillars. I didn’t recognize a single one of them. The hounds fell back farther against the interior walls. There was barely enough room for Wolf and me to navigate around the room, as it was. Add those massive beasts into the mix, and the cramped place became a sweat lodge of the supernatural. I was severely uncomfortable. My body itched from sweat, and my nerves jumped every time one of the hounds so much as breathed in my direction.
