Calla’s POV

I had been running through a dark, twisted maze of old metal and forgotten machines for what felt like hours when I suddenly heard the chaos of battle outside. There were gunshots, screams, and underneath it all, the eerie sounds that sounded like wolves howling.

Actual wolves. In the middle of an industrial train yard, because of course, my life had turned into a horror movie without my permission.

I stumbled into what appeared to be a central warehouse, hoping it might have some ...