SERENA’S POV
I tore my hands free from the dead wolf's throat and dropped low to the ground, my boots sliding on the wet stone.
Three more pairs of yellow eyes cut through the fog, thirty feet deeper down the dark corridor. The low growls rumbled against the rock walls, rattling the loose pebbles beneath my feet. These rogues were larger than the first one, smelling of damp fur and dried blood. They spread out across the narrow path, blocking the only way forward.
I didn't back up against the wall this time. The burning heat on my right wrist spread up my arm and into my chest, tasting like copper and raw fire. My vision stayed sharp and clear, slicing through the white mist. Every tiny shift in their shoulders looked slow to me, like they were moving through deep water.
The middle wol
