Elina’s POV
The van screeched to a halt, and my blindfold slipped just enough for me to glimpse neon lights flickering through the cracks.
They’d moved me again—smart, considering their last hideout had been compromised after I uncovered too much about the wolf pack’s secrets. My mind raced as I replayed what I’d learned from the mutated wolf back at the first location. It wasn’t just an animal—it was a werewolf, one who recognized Fenrir as its brother. The implications were staggering. Why would someone turn a werewolf into… that? What kind of twisted experiments were they conducting? And why did Fenrir seem so eager to keep these details hidden?
The ropes around my wrists dug painfully into my skin with every jolt of the van, but I didn’t let myself flinch. Focus, Elina. This new setting meant new players—and new opportunities.