Heidi swallows. Her throat is dry. Her heart races against her ribcage. Her wolf is scratching inside, restless.
Do not let them see you shaking, she warns herself. You're already the weird one here. You already freaked out when you shifted. If you open your mouth now…
But the sounds grow louder.
The dark path moans again, the kind of hollow groan that makes your stomach clench like you've swallowed ice. The light path counters with swelling music, as if offended at being ignored, its tune gaining layers. They can hear drums now and faint laughter woven between notes.
The group's nerves snap at the first sound of people and protests fly amongst them.
"Why are we even here?"
"This isn't fair!"
"They're throwing us in blind!"
"I didn't sign up to die in some creepy labyrinth!"
"Hell, I didn't even sign up at all!"
