Unholy Sanctuary

POV: Astrid

I stop short, my boots skidding against the damp earth, and Nadia slams hard into my back.

"Ouch," she gasps, rubbing her shoulder.

I barely feel the impact. My eyes lock onto the shrouded silhouette looming ahead in the gloom. Wyatt was not joking. This building looks exactly like the birthplace of nightmares. A small, crooked structure juts from the earth, its walls leaning at u