As soon as blood was drawn from Evelyn, the tension turned from choking into grim.
It was akin to a bomb that was set to explode within these walls.
Rindan, the Werewolf who mistakenly wound the Luna of the Silverstar Pack, trembled under the pressure. He felt crushed by the gaze Adhara and Gistella gave him, but that was not the only thing that froze his blood at this moment.
His ears perked, grasping a very distant howl that a normal person couldn't hear.
Being of Werewolf lineage, he was blessed with sharp senses.
But at this moment, his senses were going against him.
Grasping the distant howl—as if it had rand directly beside his ears, Rindan's face paled, and his vision blurred into crimson—a harrowing illusion born from the overwhelming killing intent locked onto him, radiating from the entity behind the howl.
Soon, another came—this time more guttural and raw.
