Fiona - POV
What was the purpose of those shadowy figures standing in front of the gate? I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Could
I sense their power? Could my magic confirm the presence of unknown creatures?
Focusing my energy, I summoned my magic to probe their aura. The results sent a shiver through me—they radiated a dark energy, unmistakably ghoulish. But why hadn’t the other shifters picked up on their scent? That alone was strange. The way these figures lingered near the infirmary gate, unmoving yet eerily familiar, made me feel like they were waiting for something. Or someone.
Or maybe me.
I couldn’t help but wonder: were they here to ambush me? Or worse, were they lying in wait to harm William or Nick, knowing I would come to check on them?
My cloak obscured
