The night air felt different. Crisp. Electric. The wind whispered at every whisper of the wind, and every flicker of moonlight sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t fear that took Anita, it was something else. Something deeper.
Something primal.
Sitting next to Jace’s unconscious form, her fingers were lightly brushing against him. His chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths; normally he was warm, but not today. He looked so still, so quiet. Too quiet.
Her hands trembled as she reached for him again, Anita swallowed hard. But that’s when she saw it.
Her nails—longer. Sharper.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled inward, but the difference was clear. They weren’t human.
Panic slammed into her chest. Heart hammering, she jerked back and for a second thought she was imagining it. However, when she looked at the ground, she was unsettled even more.
She could smell everything.