Allison's POV
A click.
The sharp, metallic snap of a lock turning.
Not the stall door.
It was the bathroom's main door—the only way out.
Adrenaline surged like ice water in my veins. My spine snapped straight.
The wolf inside me stirred.
I lunged for the stall door, but it wouldn't budge.
Then came the unmistakable slosh of liquid.
My spine stiffened. I backed into the corner, muscles coiled tight.
Sure enough, a bucket appeared overhead—brimming with murky, foul-smelling water.
SPLASH!
I sprang like a loaded spring, landing on the toilet seat just in time to dodge the worst of it.
Still, the edge of my dress and my calves weren't so lucky.
Cold, greasy droplets clung to my skin like toxic glitter, soaking into the blush-pink fabric.
The bucke
