Elsa
Adam and I charged into the warehouse, the chaos inside just as brutal as the battle outside. The air was thick with tension, the scent of blood, sweat, and desperation hanging heavy. My heart raced as I took in the scene—Anna was bound by silver, crying in pain, helpless against the chains that held her. A brief moment of sympathy flickered through me, but I pushed it aside. There was no room for mercy here.
In the middle of the room, Lucas and O’Brian were locked in a vicious fight, both nephew and uncle against each other, their wolves massive and powerful, clearly enhanced by the same drug Lucas had forced into me. What had we missed? Were they not supposed to be working together? Indeed, the family was twisted.
It wasn’t surprising that they’d been working together; after all,
