The night was as deep as a wizard cloaked in black, the air smelled of dirt, rotting leaves, and

rey head and blonde hair disheveled, though she looked e

ously to herself, her voice carrying a hint of eerie exciteme

hat was going on. However, the familiar smell of the air, laced with some sort of cold metallic scent, and the older,

rail. Wild instincts drove her away from the town, away from the sm

ined to be a long, endless

behind, carrying Milo's distinctive low voice and that familiar scent of smoke and pine. He wa

turned back to Milo, sho

re quite the s

ancée, the chains in his hands flung out like living creatures, making a whoosh

alance and rolling towards the hillside with a scream. Anna

f Milo, who is also pulled by the force, and the two tumble down the roc

mixed. The scent of smoke and pine instantly filled her nostrils, and Rory's

e he wanted to rub her into his body, and his eyes blazed l

e was breathy but huskier and sexier, his taut muscles

chains were unusually tough, and her struggles instead brought their bodies closer together. T

astly aggression in her voice, while h

econds, as if catching a hint of something s

t him warily, the usual cold arrogance in her eyes, as if the he

you can't

hole body falling into a disorientated frenzy, 'The

ckered more frequently as i

echoing a curse of power. A low, wailing, and summoning s

with the tattoos on her back, tingling so much it made her crack in pain. She pierced through

r of gravity flashed through his amber eyes as h

came from the sky, accompan

as an Aurora Council tracker, equipped with

the grey mist and soon locked onto

ed towards Rory, trying to pull

ct, she lunged at Milo, pinning him to the ground as th

violent explosion. Dust rose from the ground, trees were blow

gainst Milo's back, feeling the warmth and strength of his body. His

leaned against him silently, sniffing the pine sc

ear with a hint of nervou

nical, masking panic as if she hadn't b

d, but the red light s

afraid, but also as if she felt intense satisfaction, 'It

rection, complex questions woven into her eyes. The blood on Anna's wr

ed Anna growling away, desperate t

nna's pale face, at odds

so little,

as a swarm of drones approached like they had smelled prey. The tatt

the direction of the Ancient Trees area, where the ancien

ker grey mist. Milo followed close behind, he would nev

he air, the scent of wolves and hunters, and the eerie glow of Anna's blood, seemed to b