Irina’s POV
The scent of old stone and rot hit me first when I stepped inside. My paws made no sound against the cracked floor. The echo of Aiden’s wolf's distant breathing reminded me he was still here with me.
The air inside was heavy; there was a different scent that I couldn’t exactly pinpoint, but it was clear it didn’t belong to a wolf.
It was darker, almost rotten.
I kept moving until I heard them.
“…you didn’t tell me she was the Enigma!” Elder Harden’s voice reverberated through the stone walls, deep and furious.
Julie’s scoff followed, sharp and dismissive. “Don’t be so dramatic, Harden. She was supposed to be nothing. I made sure Irina would never wake up that side of her.”
My fingers curled into fists. All our assumptions were right.
She knew what I was. The question is
