Chapter 68 Nora and the Wolf Pack

Nora, the vampire assassin, stepped out of her sleek black car, her boots crunching on the gravel beneath her feet. The air was thick with tension as every werewolf in the vicinity turned to stare at her. The whole pack was on high alert and was ready to defend the pack at the slightest hint of peril.

Nora walked with a calm and confident stride, her head held high, her black dress hugging her curves perfectly. She was fearless, and her piercing gaze met the eyes of each and every werewolf that crossed her path.

The forest was dark and dense, the trees towering above her, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The wind whispered through the leaves, the rustling of the branches the only sound in the otherwise quiet woods.

As Nora drew closer to the pack house, the tension in the air grew thicker. The werewolves were on edge, their senses heightened. Nora could sense their unease, but it didn't faze her. She was sent here by the ancients to do a job, and she was not going to