A deep, guttural growl rolled through the night air. My body went stiff at the thought of getting caught.
I draw back further into the shadows, pressing my back flat against the wall. A werewolf was patrolling nearby, its blue eyes scanning through the darkness. It moved through the open path, its black fur with brown patches bristling under the glow of the torches. For a moment, I was sure it would sniff me out.
It paused, its snout twitched, sniffing the air, then shook its head and padded away into the darkness.
I didn't move, and I didn't dare to breathe until it disappeared from view. The cloak Caroline gave me—it worked. My brows furrowed, how didn't it sniff me out?
'That was close.'
