Leila POV
The old, decrepit house loomed ahead, its shattered windows and sagging roof a silent testament to years of neglect. Everything about it screamed "perfect hideout for rogue vampires." It was tucked away at the end of a forgotten lane, shrouded by overgrown trees that cast eerie shadows under the dusk light of the sun. The stench of mildew and blood was faint but unmistakable, mingling with Ash's fading scent.
My claws itched to tear into something, and my wolf growled low in my chest, urging me forward. The bond between me and Ash was weak, but it flickered faintly, guiding me like a fragile thread. He was here. He had to be.
I pushed open the creaking door, my senses on high alert. The air inside was thick with dust and decay, the faint rustle of movement putting me on edge. As I stepped into the dimly lit entryway, the door slammed shut behind me.
