Werewolves might have excellent senses, sure—sniffing out anything from miles away and spotting stuff in the dark like it's broad daylight—but let's be honest, nobody does darkness like vampires.
Darkness was a vampire's domain, a place where they thrived. Riona was sure this would make her the MVP of the hunt. Easy game, right? Wrong.
The problem with werewolves was they're all about teamwork. Apparently, the concept of personal space is completely lost on them. Everything's a group activity, even hunting.
It was like Riona had stumbled into some bizarre team-building retreat where 'unity' was the key to success. Totally not her vibe.
The chaos started the moment they entered the forest. The werewolves split up like some well-oiled machine that had practiced this routine since birth. Each of them knew exactly where to go, like they'd been given secret blueprints Riona didn't know of.
It was organized, efficient.
