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“That I heard.”
She glanced back, her eyes both startled and relieved. “Well, at least I’m only half-crazy today. Seeing things, yes, but for a change I’m not the only one hearing them.”
“For a change?” he repeated.
She waved him off. “What do you think howled?”
She peered at the corridor again; Matt followed her gaze. He was going to have to go down ther
e.
“Might just have been the usual unwolves,” she murmured, still staring into the dark.
“But you don’t think so.”
Her eyes cut to him, then quickly away. “The howl came equipped with icy black smoke that swirled past and went—” She pointed at the opening. “The unhowls have never had visuals.”
“I didn’t see any smoke, but I was—” Matt tried to remember what he’d been doing after he’d heard that howl and couldn’t. He’d been so excited about what they’d found he’d been kind of out of it. Still, there was really no logical explanation for a swirl of icy black smoke. Not that there was a logical explanation for the unwolves, either.
His gaze returned to the long, dark stone hallway. “A gun would be nice.”
“I’ve got one.” Matt glanced at her, and she shrugged. “In the tent.”
“Oh, that’s helpful.”
“This place has been buried for nearly ten years. There shouldn’t be anything left to shoot.” Gina wrapped her arms around herself, peering into the darkness as if she could make it disappear just by wishing it to. “Right?”
“Right,” he repeated. It was probably nothing.
So why, then, did he distinctly feel something?
“I’m gonna look.” He stepped forward.
“I’m gonna come with you.”
“No.” He extended his hand for the light.
She held it out of his reach. “Yes.”
“It’s better if you stay here.”
“In the dark? Not happening.”
Matt wouldn’t want to stay here alone, either. And he hadn’t even seen the weird black smoke.
“All right.” He curled his fingers toward his palm in a beckoning gesture, and she gave him the lantern. “Stay behind me.”
As they moved past the wall, Matt couldn’t keep his gaze from the drawings. They depicted a battle, many dead. Then there was a big Aztec warrior and—
Matt stopped, and Gina crashed into his back. “Hey!”
“Sorry.” He lifted the lamp. “There were two big guys. See?”
She followed his gaze to where another, only slightly smaller man with an avalanche of stars pouring from his fingertips confronted the man-dog figure. “What does that mean?”
“No idea.”
“This?” She pointed at another tableau of the man-dog beneath two suns, or two moons, maybe one of each, since the left circle was yellow and the right pure white.
