(Author's POV)
"Did we come to the right place?" Chris inquired as he looked around with obvious wariness in his eyes. The place was bustling with noisy people, gulping down drinks after drinks, smoking, which made the space murky, yelling at each other without a damn reason, fighting tooth and nail, heedlessly gambling. By years of experience and observation, he could tell this was a den for the rogue, berserk shapeshifters. Honestly, none of them was hiding their identity. Their stench was high in the air, almost making the surroundings suffocating.
'Thank goodness I drank the potion healer Hector had given me. If any of them knew I was a human, they would pounce on me like the freaking animals they are,' Chris thought as he adjusted his hoodie and mask.
Nerissa had said that there was someone who knew about gold blood and other forbidden texts, so he had followed her here.
