Chapter 75

Viona's POV

The grass was still damp with my blood when I dragged myself to consciousness minutes later. My body ached with every twitch, my ribs protested at the smallest breath, but none of it disturbed me as much as the single, nagging question that filled my mind.

Why didn't I hear them?

Werewolves did not get surprised. Our instincts were sharper than steel, our senses keener than any mortal's. Even the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest scrape of a shoe against stone, or ...