Chapter 30: On the Brink of Life and Death

Elina’s POV

Knuckles hesitated, his eyes flicking toward me for a split second before he bolted for the door, leaving it half-open.

—He was scared.

The thought sent a dizzying thrill of anxiousness down my spine. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, rough and sudden like razor burns.

Knuckles—Fenrir’s most loyal henchman—was panicking.

If he was running, whatever was happening outside had to be catastrophic.

My pulse thundered in my ears, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out the ache in my shoulder and the dull throb in my jaw. None of that mattered now. Something was happening. Someone was coming.

—Is it Ryan?

I held my breath, every nerve stretched taut, my fingers curling beneath the scratchy ropes until my nails bit into my palms, drawing pinpricks of blood. Fenrir turned back to me, his claws flexing, the sharp tips glinting under the flickering bulb.