"W-what's going on?" Riona's voice trembled as she scanned the scene around her.
Everywhere, people writhed in agony. Even the elders—who had stood firm at first, resisting with sheer willpower—now clutched their temples, faces twisted in pain. The air was thick with groans and labored breathing. But as chaos unfolded, a startling realization struck her.
She felt nothing.
No pounding in her skull. No fire crawling under her skin. No nausea twisting her stomach. She was completely untouched.
"Why aren't we in pain?" she asked, turning to the werewolves beside her.
Thorin hesitated. "Because we're werewolves?" he offered, though doubt flickered in his eyes.
It was the only explanation that made sense—for now. Riona had werewolf blood in her veins. If the black mist's attack only affected vampires, that meant the three of them were immune.
