As the Shadow Court disappeared into the night, Mia's heart pounded, not just from the tension, but from something deeper—something unsettling. The cloaked man's presence had stirred something familiar inside her, a strange scent that lingered even after he was gone. It gnawed at her, tugging at the edges of her memory.
"I know that scent..." Mia murmured, frowning as she tried to place it. "I've met him before, I'm sure of it."
Aurora, standing beside her, nodded slowly, her brow furrowed in thought. "I felt the same thing, Mia. But I can't figure out where or how." She turned to Seraphina. "Do you know anything about him? About why we'd both feel this way?"
Seraphina shook her head, her expression grim. "The Shadow Court operates in secrecy. Their members live outside of the normal circles of pack life. If you recognize him, it could mean he's crossed your path before—maybe even under a different guise."