Elsa
“So, what will it be, Isaac?” I asked, my voice calm but laced with a sharp edge. He looked at me, flustered, his words tumbling out in a nervous stammer.
Lucas leaned in, his tone deceptively friendly. “If you make the bullets for us, in secret, we’ll handle your brother’s rescue before we strike. But if you don’t…” He trailed off, throwing a glance in my direction, his expression hardening. “Elsa’s wolf has been rather hungry lately.”
The implication hung in the air, dark and unsettling, and I couldn’t help but laugh, amused by the unspoken threat.
Isaac’s face paled. “But what if you fail to rescue him?” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adam chuckled, the sound devoid of humour. “That’s a risk you’ll have to take, Isaac. It’s not like she’s going to release your b
