The heavy oak doors of the chamber groaned as they were thrown wide, and the sudden influx of freezing mountain air cut through the thick layer of myrrh and lavender. But it wasn't the cold that made the atmosphere shift; it was the sharp, metallic scent of absolute, paralyzing terror that flooded the room.
From the open threshold, the frantic, rapid clicks of a woman's heels echoed against the stone floor, stumbling and erratic. It was a human doctor, a middle-aged woman whose knees were visibly knocking together beneath her clinical coat.
She looked like she had just walked through the gates of hell—and in a way, she had. To get to this isolated, fortress-like mansion hidden deep within the jagged peaks, she had been forced to witness an entire territory of feral, massive wolves hunting in the open woods, their jaws dripping with fresh winter blood.
