Argent

We’ve been going in circles for half an hour. This place is a bloody fortress. The basement has no external windows or doors that we can find.

And not a word from Jemma either. I hope she finds something sooner rather than later. I have a sinking feeling that we are quickly running out of time.

I am just about to take my clothes off to shift once more after returning to my skin side to communicate with the visiting pack. I hear a noise coming from inside the janitor closet window.

It's Jemma. I know her scent now.

"Hey? Argent, you there? I can't see you."

I try...