I had not expected Isadora to help us, and my heart was racing as I followed her and Alpha Walker through a maze of narrow, concealed corridors leading to the Packhouse armory.
The room was not hidden from the Pack, but this particular route was reserved for only the members who had need of it and Isadora had chosen to go that way because nobody else was supposed to know about this.
She swept past the racks of swords that filled the large room, and Alpha Walker paused.
"Isadora..."
She span around and planted her hands on her hips.
"None of these things will prove even remotely useful against a Pack like Crimson-Eye; you are well aware of that."
"Then why are we here? What was the point of coming down here?"
Isadora walked over to a large, wooden cabinet with heavy iron hinges and a
