The days continued to pass, each one pulling Emma deeper into the world of the Steel Wolves. She was starting to feel more at home in the clubhouse, learning the rhythms and routines of life with the MC. But as she grew closer to the members, she also began to notice things—small, subtle hints that something was amiss, that there were secrets hidden beneath the surface, secrets that seemed somehow tied to her.
She often caught snippets of conversations—words that stopped abruptly when she entered a room, glances exchanged between the older members that she couldn’t quite decipher. And then there was the way some of them looked at her, with a mix of curiosity and something else she couldn’t quite place. It was as if they knew something about her that she didn’t, something they were keeping
