All Chapters of Wolves of winter hollow : Chapter 11

The forest was too quiet. Even the crickets had gone mute.Amira felt it first — that shift in the air, the way the wind suddenly carried a metallic tang of blood and steel. Silas halted mid-step, nostrils flaring, his golden eyes narrowing to slits as the mist coiled tighter around them. The moon hung low above the trees, its silver light cutting through the fog like a blade.“Run,” Silas growled.Before Amira could ask why, shadows erupted from the treeline. Figures clad in dark leather and iron masks — the Moonless Fangs — came at them with synchronized precision. Their movements were too sharp, too trained to be rogues. These weren’t wild killers. They were assassins.Amira’s heart hammered as she shifted partially, claws tearing through her gloves. One of the masked wolves lunged at her, but Silas met him midair, slamming him into a tree so hard the trunk cracked. Another blade flashed, grazing Amira’s shoulder — burning with wolfsbane. The pain seared through her arm like liquid