The morning sun painted the rolling hills in hues of gold as Linus, Willow, Brielle, and Rose made their way to Linus’s estate on the werewolf side of the island. The silence among them was heavy, broken only by the hum of tires on the road and the distant trill of birdsong. Rose’s cryptic revelation from earlier lingered between them, the weight of it palpable as they neared their destination, each mile bringing them closer to uncertainty.
Linus sat beside Willow, acutely aware of her presence. The occasional brush of her arm against his own made him tense, but he forced himself to focus on the task ahead. Wisteria’s safety was all that mattered. Still, the echoes of Rose’s words—Benny’s Burgers, New York—buzzed in his mind like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Why there? What awaited them
