ARIA
My heart thudded in my chest, wild and uneven. My gaze darted around frantically. I was standing before the Hound Trio—the infamous werewolf assassins—the most ruthless and unforgiving killers in the entire werewolf world.
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting into a sickening knot. What the hell did they want with me?
Everyone knew the Hound Trio only went after high‑ranking targets—Alphas, Lunas, leaders with enemies in every corner. I'd never even seen them before. I was a nobody. So why was I here?
What made it worse was that I didn't even recognize where I was. The air didn't carry the heavy tang of Gray Pines, that familiar mix of blood, decay, and death. This place smelled fresh—too fresh—and there were no landmarks in sight. Nothing to tell me if I was anywhere near Green Moss territory.
Which meant no one was coming for me. No Atlas. No Elias. Not even Imogen. I was at the mercy of these blood‑hungry monsters.
