Evelyn’s POV
My heart was pounding, but my mind was made up. I had seen enough, felt enough. Those girls—the she-wolves trapped in the stronghold—didn't deserve the fate that had been forced upon them. I couldn’t just walk away, not when I knew what awaited them if I did nothing. The decision had taken root inside me, a gnawing certainty that I could no longer ignore.
I paced the small room in the bar, running a hand through my tangled hair as I waited for Sebastian to arrive. He had left and stepped out for a moment to send a messenger to take the evidence to the Alliance. The dim light cast shadows across the floor, mirroring the darkness that loomed over my thoughts. When he finally walked in, his expression was already tense, as if he knew what I was about to say.
"Don't even try. You can't convince me not to go back for them." I blurted out before he could even sit down.