Chapter 026
Emilia's perspective
It was the wind that struck first. Sharp, chilly. There was a hint of something amiss. There was a hint of blood, smoke, and something older, akin to the moonlight scorching bones.
My hands were still around Lucian and the Ash-Born as I stood on the edge of the glade. I couldn't tell if we were pulling each other down or up.
They were from the forest.
Not wolves.
Things that were once wolves.
twisted bodies with jaws that are too wide and limbs that are too long. Their wet, rotting fur hung in patches. They had soulless, unnatural eyes that glowed like fire.
With his body taut as a bowstring, Lucian moved ahead of me.
"Take a backup. Don't talk. Avoid running.
With a voice as low as thunder, the Ash-Born declared, "They can smell fear..
We all kn
