Faye – POV
My panic rose in my throat, and tears blurred my vision. I was exhausted from kicking at the door and receiving no response for the past hour. I tried to control my tears and the panic that was overwhelming me. Staring at the wolfsbane shackles in my hand, I felt helpless, unable to communicate with my wolf or tap into my power to break free.
"Oh my Luna, you shouldn't cry," a familiar voice said. I looked up to see Tristan walking towards me. Instinctively, I recoiled away from his touch, and he paused, his ocean-blue eyes piercing as they stared me down.
"I am not your Luna," I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper. He smirked at me, his expression unreadable yet unnervingly confident. The air around us thickened with tension, each second stretching into eternity as I awaite
