Victoria's POV
I tried to fight. Tried to kick.
But my limbs weren’t strong enough. Not anymore.
They dragged me out into the light of their torches.
The cold man didn’t look at me. Not really. His eyes passed over my face and then moved on. Like I was nothing. Like I was already dead.
But one of the wolves at his side stared too long. A half-shifted male, taller than the rest. His fur was silver-gold, and his eyes narrowed when he caught my scent.
He leaned toward the cold man. Whispered something.
The cold man glanced at me again.
And for a split second — just a flicker — something changed in his expression.
Recognition?
Curiosity?
I didn’t know.
But it passed.
"Tag her," he said.
A goblin rushed forward and slapped a glowing rune tag onto my wrist. It burned. I cried out,
