Zane pov.
I kicked open the basement door, and the smell hit me first—rot, blood, and wet fur.
Four rogue werewolves stood waiting. Their eyes glowed red under the dim light, and in the next second, they shifted completely. The sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh filled the air, followed by low growls that vibrated through the walls.
They were faster than I expected. The biggest one lunged first, saliva dripping from its jaws, claws cutting through the air toward me. I didn’t back away.
Instead, I pulled out the silver dagger Jessica made for me. It gleamed coldly in my hand. The moment I felt its weight, something in me steadied.
“Come on,” I muttered under my breath.
As it leapt, I sidestepped and drove the dagger straight into its throat. The blade slid through flesh like it
