Chapter 135: The Exile's Cruelty
(Frederick's POV)
The abandoned warehouse loomed before us like a concrete tomb. Twenty-six floors of unfinished construction, rusted steel beams jutting out at dangerous angles. Perfect for what I had planned.
I watched as Marcus Blake and Vincent Torres dragged Olivia Winters up the crumbling staircase. Her amber eyes darted around frantically, taking in the decay and danger that surrounded us. The scent of rust, mold, and abandonment filled the air.
Her werewolf senses were clearly overwhelmed. I could see her nostrils flaring as she tried to process all the threatening scents. But the silver-laced ropes around her wrists were doing their job perfectly. Her supernatural strength was suppressed, leaving her as vulnerable as any human.
"Keep moving,"
