Lola’s POVThe moment Flint slammed on the brakes, I barely had time to catch my breath before the world around us shifted.Shadows moved in the headlights. One, then two, then more shapes emerging from the dark edges of the forest, eyes gleaming with silver and amber light.The air changed. It was heavier, colder, carrying that unmistakable scent of wild wolves, untamed, feral, nothing like the disciplined packs I knew.Flint’s head snapped toward the movement. His eyes narrowed, his body already tense with instinct.“Stay in the car,” he said sharply.“Flint, what’s happening?” My voice trembled even as I tried to sound calm.“They’re rogues,” he said under his breath. “A lot of them.”I followed his gaze, there must have been at least a dozen, maybe more, closing in. Their movements were fast, coordinated, and too precise for ordinary rogues. Each step they took pressed against my chest like a physical weight.Even through the glass, I could smell the blood, dirt, and the cold met
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