We all padded up the stairs in our animal forms. Lukas and Aeron were in front, opening doors for us as needed. I had no idea what the situation was, but I could feel the swarm of sick magic sweeping through the warehouse. My panther batted at it, unhappy with the way it felt against his pelt.
"We're here, Saint," I said through the mental network.
We waited just outside his fifth-level door.
Nothing but groans and moans slithered from beyond the door.
"C-c-come in," the voice said over our network. I didn't recognize it.
"Saint?" I asked again.
"Th..." It sounded like static was washing out the signal. But that couldn't f*****g be. I turned to look at Xander.
His spirit tiger was restless, his teeth bared as he pulled magical scents in through his mouth. "I don't know what's
