Kieran sped up, taking sharp turns, he glanced back briefly only to see Bryan following him - good, the kid was sharp.
He had no way of knowing how long ago Dream was ambushed by the girls… things weren't looking too good.
Good thing his obsessive compulsiveness made him study the building plan of the whole Pack, he knew where everything was, even the hidden rooms that not everyone saw.
He pauses in front of what had to be the closet door, leaning forward to try and pick up sound from within.
Bryan just catches up with him at this point, panting harshly although Kieran doesn't even look out of breath.
Kieran tosses him a condescending look, making the younger Werewolf straighten up immediately from his hunched up position, wide eyes scared.
Kieran tries the knob now, frowning when he finds it locked, after a couple tries he gives up and starts to measure the door for a couple friendly taps from his shoe.