Ace's POV
I stared at Ovelia, her hands trembling slightly. Confusion clouded my mind—what had she seen?
"Ovelia?" I called softly, concern lacing my tone. She remained silent, but her face betrayed her fear, wide eyes glazed with panic.
Following her gaze, I turned to look at my shirt and gasped. A small splash of blood marred the fabric, yet invisible to human eyes.
I took a tentative sniff; the metallic scent of blood vividly assaulted my senses—it lingered from the werewolf we'd tortured earlier with Ray.
Feeling the urge to comfort her overpower me, I reached for her hand. She flinched at my touch, surprise flickering across her face.
