Chapter 44
Viona's POV
Airport
The automatic glass doors slid open with a soft hiss, and I stepped into the airport terminal.
Instantly, my senses were assaulted.
My werewolf instincts flared at once - every sound sharper, every scent amplified, every flicker of movement drawing my attention. I froze just past the entrance, my eyes sweeping across the cavernous space before me.
The air was thick with unfamiliar smells: coffee rich and bitter from a kiosk to my left, the sharp tang of jet fuel drifting in from the tarmac beyond the glass, the sweet artificial scent of perfume trailing from passing travelers. Beneath it all, I caught the unmistakable pulse of adrenaline, excitement, and fatigue rolling off the crowd in waves.
Hundreds of heartbeats filled the space. The steady rhythm
