Chapter 934 Nowhere To Run

• "Kid, what are you doing? Get moving!" Tower heaved Wolfie off the ground and stormed into the large house. Stickman and Mane came close behind, lugging the unconscious Judy and Dax.
• It was barely past 2 p.m., but the house already felt swallowed by shadow. A hulking iron door sealed the entrance, and above it, a few square windows—each about a meter across—were set high into the walls. Their intact panes let in thin shafts of sunlight, casting faint beams across the interior.
• The space inside was vast and bare, the floor coated in dust so thick it muffled their footsteps. Each step sent dust swirling—thick and dry—turning every breath into a struggle. Along one wall sat a heap of old straw, rustling faintly.