NOAH'S POV

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. A slow, sinking feeling spread through my chest as I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings. The air smelled different, a mixture of mint and snow, something subtly cold. Not my room. Not anywhere I recognized.

My heart picked up speed as I slowly sat up, scanning the dimly lit room.

My stomach twisted as flashes of last night returned. The growl. The footprints. Then the beast.

My breath hitched. I had seen it. Its massive ...