My eyes darted to Adam, who was bound tightly in silver chains, his face pale with fear. The sight of him like that—helpless—sent a wave of terror through me. This wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from.
"Adam, what’s going on?" I asked, my voice trembling. But the fear in his eyes told me everything I needed to know—this was far worse than I could have imagined.
"Don’t move, Elsa, please," he pleaded, his voice tight with desperation. I didn’t understand, not until I felt the cold press of a syringe against my neck. My breath caught, and my body went rigid with fear.
"Don’t move, Elsa. It’s loaded with Duskbloom," Adam whispered, his voice filled with terror. Duskbloom—it was a deadly substance, lethal to werewolves, capable of paralysing us completely or worse. I froze, tears burnin
