The anticipation that had buoyed Bella's spirits during the journey to New York now dissolved into a cloud of concern as she and Grant stepped into the East Side of the city.
The Black Armored pack's domain loomed before them, but the air was thick with a scent that made Bella's wolf recoil—a scent that could only be described as a haunting whisper of blood.
Mel's voice, resonating in Bella's mind, echoed her own unease. "I can sense blood everywhere.
" It was a grim pronouncement, one that tightened Bella's grip on the strap of her bag, her eyes darting around as she processed the implications.
She glanced over at Grant, seeking confirmation or perhaps a different perspective, but his expression mirrored her own concern. His frown deepened, confirming her fears.
"The air is mixed with blood and I sense those stinking rogues, but the scent is faint," he conveyed to her.
