Nicholas stepped into the elevator that led deep beneath the old prison grounds. The metal doors slid shut with a dull clang, and the platform began its slow descent underground.
Novaterra was ancient. Unlike newer packs that rebuilt and erased their past, Novaterra carried its history. With their old buildings still standing, structures from centuries ago left intact. This place was one of them.
And beneath it lay an underground dungeon that had existed long before modern systems were put in place. The elevator itself was a later addition, installed to make transportation easier and safer for those who needed access below. Still, the walls groaned faintly as the elevator moved, as if the structure resented being disturbed after so many years of silence.
The doors opened.
Nicholas stepped out into the underground dungeon, where a group of men in black suits stood waiting. Kastiel's bodyguards. They were positioned evenly across the space.
Nicholas exhaled quietly.
