#Chapter 173: The Fog

Aria I couldn’t breathe. The white fog permeated everything—my clothes, my skin, my lungs. It burned with each inhale, making my wolf howl inside of me. The tincture couldn’t have prepared us for this. Not entirely. But most terrifying of all was the absence of Darren by my side. “Darren!” I shouted, whirling around in search of him. It was no use. People pushed past me in all directions, desperate to escape the gas. Some werewolves were already half-transformed, and the police were advancing on us. Somewhere I heard a woman scream, “Get away from me!” I changed direction, pushing against the flow of retreating protesters, heading toward where we’d last seen the line of officers. Each step was a battle against both the crowd and my instincts, which screamed at me to run the other way. The gas was thicker here, and I pulled my jacket up over my nose and mouth, although it did little to filter the chemicals. Just then, a sudden commotion ahead caught m