Chapter 44

Viona's POV

Airport

The automatic glass doors slid open with a soft hiss, and I stepped into the airport terminal.

Instantly, my senses were assaulted.

My werewolf instincts flared at once - every sound sharper, every scent amplified, every flicker of movement drawing my attention. I froze just past the entrance, my eyes sweeping across the cavernous space before me.

The air was thick with unfamiliar smells: coffee rich and bitter from a kiosk to my left, the sharp tang of jet ...