FINNIAN

They parted quickly as I walked through, the air thickening with my aura. Wolves who dared linger were shivering, their heads bowed, their bodies pressed against the walls to avoid my gaze.

I didn’t slow down. I didn’t look at them. My steps were fast, and sharp, my chest already heavy with the storm I could feel coming.

And then I saw it.

Blood.

Spilled across the ground, dark and heavy, the sharp metallic stench coated the air. My breath hitched as my eyes almost left their ...