Petal's Pov

The scent clung to the air like a warning that was sharp, metallic, almost like the tang of blood but tinged with something bitter. My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless, fur bristling. Whoever stepped inside my room hadn’t bothered to hide it. They wanted me to smell them. They wanted me to feel the threat curling under the door like smoke.

I stepped further in, slow, careful. The moonlight filtering through the window painted the room in silver shadows. Nothing looked out of ...