Chapter 183: Inside Hell

Clark’s POV:

The air was thick now, heavy with the smell of wolves and sweat and something darker, like blood and fear soaked into the walls. I could hear faint music from inside the club, a low, thrumming beat that felt like a predator’s heartbeat. Underneath it, muffled screams, whimpers, laughter. Human laughter? No. It was too broken. Too hollow.