Ara's POV
My fingers had just brushed the hidden crescent moon etched into the stone when the rustling came.
Leaves crunched behind me. The scent hit me first. Rotting eggs and unwashed fur. My body locked instinctively before I whirled around to face two wolves emerging from the underbrush. Their eyes gleamed with something feral, something hungry.
Rogues.
But not the ones I knew.
"Look what we have here?" The first one grinned, yellowed teeth flashing.
"Hey, pretty face. Wanna play with us?" The second licked his lips, his gaze dragging down my body like filthy hands.
These weren't desperate souls seeking shelter. Their eyes gleamed with something darker, something that made my wolf-less human instincts scream danger even without supernatural senses.
Every muscle in m
