Mias POV

The air thickened around us, heavy with the scent of death and rot. The rogues didnt just feel wildthey felt wrong.

Daisys sharp inhale beside me confirmed my thoughts.

Theyre 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 werent normal.

A sickly glow pulsed behind their ...