Evelyn’s POV

My heart was pounding, but my mind was made up. I had seen enough, felt enough. Those girls—the she-wolves trapped in the stronghold—didn't deserve the fate that had been forced upon them. I couldn’t just walk away, not when I knew what awaited them if I did nothing. The decision had taken root inside me, a gnawing certainty that I could no longer ignore.

I paced the small room in the bar, running a hand through my tangled ...