Hannah's POV
Rage.
I'm feeling this intense rage and energy surging through me, propelling me to leap over trees and shout into the night. Am I undergoing a transformation? Finally? But how? Perhaps my death and resurrection triggered it, but either way, it only makes sense to honor the one who saved me.
The observation center, a dark haven for werewolves undergoing mental restructuring, consists of five cells, each wet and murky with the stench of death mingling with the metallic odor of rusted bars. Disgusting. However, there's a sixth room I hadn't seen before, slightly better but still lonely and pitiful. Enclosed in glass, it houses a bed and an inbuilt water closet, unlike the other cells lacking such amenities. In this cell, I see Janelle sitting cross-legged with her back to me.
