Mia’s POV
The air thickened around us, heavy with the scent of death and rot. The rogues didn’t just feel wild—they felt wrong.
Daisy’s sharp inhale beside me confirmed my thoughts.
“They’re not just rogues,” she muttered, shifting slightly as her nails elongated into claws.
My muscles tensed, every fiber of my being screaming danger.
And then, I saw it.Their eyes. They weren’t normal.
A sickly glow pulsed behind their irises, something unnatural, something twisted.
Daisy stiffened. “Demon wolves.”
My stomach dropped. I had heard of them before—wolves who had been cursed, their souls tainted by black magic, driven by something worse than hunger.
But I had never faced them.
I barely had time to process before one lunged.
I dodged, barely avoiding the swipe of his claws as he skid
