The darkness was absolute, lucky with their wolf senses that they were able to see.
Iva's hand found Lori's in the blackness, their fingers intertwining in a desperate grip. Beside them, Meriem stood frozen, her body rigid, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The door creaked open.
A figure stepped into the room—tall, broad-shouldered, his silhouette outlined against the faint light from the hallway. His presence filled the space like a storm cloud, suffocating and oppressive.
"Finally," he breathed, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "I found my missing Luna. Now be a good girl and let's go home. You've caused enough drama... sweetie."
Meriem's stomach churned with disgust.
His words were coated in false affection, a sickening attempt to rewrite his own narrative. S
