Chapter 60

Blake's POV

I and Mia were inside my mansion, enjoying a rare moment of respite from the chaos that had consumed our lives. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Suddenly, the serene ambiance shattered as the grand entrance swung open, revealing the figures of Miranda and Theresa. My brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "What is the meaning of this, Miranda? You have no right to barge into my mansion uninvited."

Before Miranda could respond, a peculiar scent wafted through the air—a scent that did not belong to any familiar werewolf pack. Mia's eyes widened with concern, and she glanced at me, silently asking if I could sense it too. I nodded grimly.

Instinctively, I shed my suit, my body tensing in preparation for a fight. The air crackled with tension as the unfamiliar scent grew stronger, filling the room with an ominous presence.

Suddenly, a group of rogues crashed through the windows, their snar