Drake - POV
Blood dripped from my hands as I stood among the lifeless bodies of the dungeon guards. The air was thick with the stench of iron and death.
“Good job,” Mac muttered, yanking a hood off one of the guards who had just come in for the shift change. Without hesitation, we stripped them of their uniforms, disguising ourselves in the dark fabric to blend in.
As we stepped outside, a blanket of snow covered the vast forest ahead. In the distance, a town loomed, its lights flickering through the cold haze. Then, I caught it—a scent. Faint but unmistakable. Hybrids. My muscles tensed.
Mac slowed his pace.
“What?” I asked, my voice low.
“I’m thinking—” He hesitated.
I exhaled sharply. “Will you just spit it out already?”
“Don’t you find it strange that the guards watching us wer
