Scarlett
I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, weighted down. Memories crashed over me in waves – Dickson, the confrontation, Alisha, the sudden attack from behind. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, a caged animal sensing danger.
“She’s waking up,” a voice muttered nearby. Not Dickson’s. Not Alisha’s.
I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light. I was in a room – no, a cell. White walls. A single metal door. No windows. The kind of place designed to hold someone against their will.
My training with Peter kicked in. Stay calm. Assess. Survive.
I looked around and finally located the source of the voice. A woman stood in the corner, staring at me with something that looked like pity.
“Who are you?” My voice came out weak, unfamiliar. Something was wrong
