Mia’s POV
The growls from the wolves surrounding me sent chills down my spine. My instincts screamed at me to run, but Ima remained calm in the back of my mind.
“They’re not from any pack I recognize,” I muttered. “Their scent… it’s different.”
“They’re rogues,” Ima said firmly. “But they don’t feel entirely hostile. Don’t make a move yet.”
I glanced around, searching for an opening, but they closed the circle tighter, their eyes watching my every move. My heart pounded in my chest, but I trusted Ima’s instincts.
“What do they want?” I whispered internally.
“They sense something in us,” Ima replied. “They don’t know who you are yet, but they’re trying to figure it out.”
One of the wolves stepped forward, his piercing yellow eyes locked onto mine. He sniffed the air, his growl rumbli
