Chapter 22: Wolf’s Truth

Noah’s

I opened my eyes, my head feeling heavy, like I’d been hit by a truck. The room was dim and familiar—the small bed, the plain walls, the faint, clean smell of cleaning supplies.

I was back in Enzo’s mansion, not that suffocating locked room at Dean’s place. Flashes of last night hit me: the full moon, pain ripping through my body, Enzo’s voice telling me to hold on. But it was all blurry, like a half-remembered, terrifying dream. What ...