Chapter 52

　　Serena 　　The air became heavy with tension as the guy in the black cloak stepped into the dim light of the cavern. His presence cast eerie shadows on all our faces, and the flames flickered, making the walls dance with their uncertain light, revealing my startled expression. My eyes widened, caught between surprise and caution. 　　Damon and I fell silent, exchanging glances between us and the mysterious man, searching for answers. Ashford shot quick, puzzled glances at us until finally turning to the mysterious guy. With a little nod, he signaled for the man to reveal his true identity. 　　"Name's Ryan. I'm from a group called the Wild Fangs,” he said as he pulled back his hood, revealing a rugged face marked by scars and the trials of a harsh existence. The cave seemed to hold its breath as he spoke, but deep inside, our curiosity was piquing. Damon, with a puzzled look on his face, asked the question that was on my mind. 　　"What is this Wild Fangs group?" His question hung in the air