Sofia’s POV

The GPS guided me to an industrial area on the edge of town, where everything looked rough—concrete, chain-link fences, and old buildings that definitely seemed to have seen better days. I had pieced together from Calla’s vague hints that I should find the Iron Fang clubhouse here.

Instead, I came across yellow police tape and an empty parking lot.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled as I pulled up to the barricade blocking the entrance.

The building beyond ...