Chapter 77

• Tessa's POV:
• The scent of blood and scorched rubber filled my lungs as I pushed myself up from the floor of the car. My body trembled, not from pain but from the primal fear curling around my bones. The kind of fear that doesn't shout, but whispers, slow and suffocating. The moon was high above, veiled by a thin mist, casting a bluish glow over the wrecked car and the chaos around it.
• The giant wolf outside prowled closer, dark fur rippling like an oil slick. Its eyes locked on me through the shattered windshield. Not just any eyes, they were sentient, filled with knowing and something worse. Recognition.