Chapter 75
Viona's POV
The grass was still damp with my blood when I dragged myself to consciousness minutes later. My body ached with every twitch, my ribs protested at the smallest breath, but none of it disturbed me as much as the single, nagging question that filled my mind.
Why didn't I hear them?
Werewolves did not get surprised. Our instincts were sharper than steel, our senses keener than any mortal's. Even the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest scrape of a shoe against stone, or the subtlest whiff of breath would have been enough to alert me. And yet, I had felt nothing. Heard nothing. Smelled nothing.
It was as if my attacker had materialized out of thin air.
I lay still, staring up at the cold glow of the moon, my thoughts spiraling. If it had been a human, there would
