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    He walked down the rocky corridor, his tomahawk raised beside him. It was razor-sharp and
    carefully honed from his years of care, and Marrok treasured the dangerous weapon. It was a family heirloom, passed down from father to son for generations. Until now, he'd never had reason to use it.
    The fresh scent of blood was thick in the air as they came to a dead end. Two metal doors were set in the rocky walls, one on each side of them. “Half and half,” Alexander ordered, his voice nothing more than a mere whisper. The others nodded, even the ones in wolf form.
    Marrok quietly pulled on the large handle of the door on his right. It opened easily, the hinges well-oiled. With one dark eye pressed into the crack, he quickly evaluated the room in front of them.
    Easing the door closed, he turned back to Alonzo and Alexander.
    “There is a large hallway and more rooms,” he murmured to the men. “It's lit artificially, but I didn't see anyone inside. I did see a camera mounted up near the ceiling, so the hallways must be monitored.”
    “Could you scent other werewolves?” Alonzo asked, his expression intense.
    “Their scents have been masked by a chemical, but I still picked up a trace. Many of our
    brothers and sisters are here, as well as other supernaturals. The scent of death and pain is heavy in there, too strong to ever be covered up.”
    “And your mate?” Alonzo pressed Marrok. “Could you scent her?”
    Marrok nodded, his face grim. “She's here.” He didn't elaborate on it further.
    “I'll take care of the camera,” Alonzo said, his voice firm. “The sooner we move, the better.”
    Alexander spoke up. “The element of surprise won't last for long. Remember that. Strike hard,
    and free our people as quick as possible. The more we have released, the better it will be for our victory.” He gestured for the team behind them and counted down with his fingers. At the fist they moved in immediately, a group storming each door.
    The three men spread out across the stark hallway. Quick as a flash Alonzo leaped onto the
    wall, his features partially turning into his wolf form. When he jumped back down, a thick, black cloth was wrapped completely around the lens of the camera on the wall.
    Marrok separated from the group, moving quickly as he made his way to the stairwell. This
    floor was empty, appearing to be a back-up area for the ill or injured. It was very similar to the human's hospital rooms.
    Nothing deterred him. He'd go through every level of this hellhole if he had to. He wasn't
    leaving without his mate.
    Running into the stairwell, he inhaled deeply. In the distance, a woman screamed. The element
    of surprise was over.
    The scent of his mate was stronger in the stairwell. He ran up the metal steps, two at a time.
    Yanking the next door open, he leaped into the hallway. An alarm immediately went off, the sound loud and irritating to his sensitive ears.
    Three humans were standing around a computer, each of them wearing white lab coats. They
    looked at the wild, savage man in front of them in horror and paled. One of them held a cup of coffee.
    At the first sight of Marrok, he dropped it, the Styrofoam busting as coffee splattered everywhere.
    “Help,” a younger male screeched, stumbling out of his chair and backing away. His body
    shook with fear as he held his trembling hands up. “Please, don't hurt us.”
    “Take one more step, and I'll split your skull,” Marrok ordered, his voice lethal. Moans of pain filled the air from the various rooms down the long hallway. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened to them. The three in front of him had willingly tortured innocent people. They didn't deserve any mercy.
    “Taylor Moore,” he growled out, his dark eyes promising death. “Where is she?”
    Another male lifted up a shaking hand and pointed down the hallway. “Six doors down, on the
    right.”
    They stood staring at him, their faces blanched with fear. How dare they?