POV: Danielle
The room felt colder with every passing hour. It's been a few hours since they left me here. Alone. Well, not entirely alone—I have Storm. The idea of having a wolf companion is still sinking in. I've had some time to get used to the concept, but the reality of my situation is far from comforting.
"Do you think anyone has noticed I'm missing?" I ask Storm, hoping for some reassurance.
"I don't know," Storm replies. "But we need to try to find a way out of here. We need to complete our first shift. Only then will we be at our strongest."
"I'm just so tired," I admit, feeling defeated.
As I slump down against the cold wall, a myriad of scents fills the air, catching both mine and Storm's attention. Among them is an intoxicating blend of warmth and spice—cinnamon and cedar
