Elina’s POV

The van screeched to a halt, and my blindfold slipped just enough for me to glimpse neon lights flickering through the cracks.

They’d moved me again—smart, considering their last hideout had been compromised after I uncovered too much about the wolf pack’s secrets. My mind raced as I replayed what I’d learned from the mutated wolf back at the first location. It wasn’t just an animal—it was a werewolf, one who recognized Fenrir as its ...