Ava’s POV
I kept quiet. Just dipped my head a little, then shifted my gaze back to that toppled statue head. The breeze around us felt thicker somehow, packed with echoes of old times and bad luck hanging heavy.
Arin had leaped down from the chariot, poking around the dirt where it smacked down. “This didn’t just break off on its own,” he said, fingers tracing the sharp, new split. “Feels like something… knocked it loose.”
“Like what exactly?” Leo asked, his tone tighter than usual.
Arin gave a shrug. “Couldn’t say. But it’s screaming ‘you’re not wanted here.’”
“Mission complete,” I breathed out so soft it barely carried.
Then the footsteps hit our ears. Not one set, but a bunch—from werewolves.
“What’s heading our way now?” Arin wondered, his claws sliding out ready.
“Chill out, A
