After about ten minutes into the walk, Sébastien muttered, “The map shows these tunnels go on for miles. How big is your camp?” Aron leaned in, curious about the answer.
“We have a lot of refugees, or Exiles as the elites call us,” Levi answered. “Our group consists of a few Lycan, the werewolves from our Arcadian Guardian teams. They were run out of their posts by the Lessers when the Dèanadair shut down the gateways. Things got a bit f****d up down here when that happened.” He rubbed his face as he sighed; fatigue suddenly washing over his features. “Some witches, too.”
“Witches and vamps living with Lycan, too? s**t, wow,” Sébastien nodded, trying to keep his voice even. “Interesting mix.”
Levi wasn’t fooled, shaking his head. “Well, you’d be surprised about how survival kinda trum
