FINNIAN
They parted quickly as I walked through, the air thickening with my aura. Wolves who dared linger were shivering, their heads bowed, their bodies pressed against the walls to avoid my gaze.
I didn’t slow down. I didn’t look at them. My steps were fast, and sharp, my chest already heavy with the storm I could feel coming.
And then I saw it.
Blood.
Spilled across the ground, dark and heavy, the sharp metallic stench coated the air. My breath hitched as my eyes almost left their sockets... not because of the blood itself. Blood was common. I’d seen thousands of bodies, thousands of deaths. But this… the way she died.
It was too familiar.
Her lips were tinged with black, her veins darkened beneath pale skin, and the faint burn of poison still lingered in the air.
My chest sque
