Rue’s POV

The first thing I felt was breath on my skin. A hot, rotten, wet breath.

It came in waves, accompanied by a low, vibrating growl that crawled into my bones and shook them from the inside. Even without seeing them clearly, my instincts screamed the reality of the situation.

They were close.

My vision swam as shapes emerged from the shadows, distorted bodies, fur matted in dark, glistening patches, eyes glowing with an unnatural red under the broken lights of the warehouse.

Their ...