Arthur’s POVBlackthorn was quiet. Carlos crouched beside me in the tree line, his eyes locked on the pack house in the distance. “Something's not right”, Carlos said from beside me, but I didn't look at him. My eyes stayed on the packhouse. The place looked empty, but it didn’t feel empty. My wolf pushed forward, restless beneath my skin, his attention fixed on the pack house the same way mine was. Something was wrong. I could feel it in the air, even the trees seemed to be frozen around us.I took a slow breath and, standing up, I stepped out of the trees.Carlos followed me, silent at my side as we crossed the open ground. My wolf growled, waiting for someone to appear, for a guard to shout, for Lumian to step out smiling like he had been waiting for us.But nothing came.The closer we got, the more I smelt something I didn't like. At first, it was faint, just something sour in the cold night air, but by the time we reached the steps, it crawled into the back of my throat.Death
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