Chapter 27

My eyes flutter open, and I find myself in a dimly lit room, the heavy scent of rogue wolf permeating the air like a suffocating fog, sending a shiver down my spine. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, damp and cold to the touch, with patches of moss clinging to the crevices.

Confusion grips me as I struggle to piece together how I ended up here. I sit up from the cold, unforgiving floor and scan my surroundings. My eyes widen as I catch sight of Helen in the next cell over, her face swollen and tear stained. Fear tightens its grip around my chest as realization dawns on me: we've been kidnapped by rogues. They must have used Helen as bait to lure me to the lake, making our capture easier.

The sinking feeling in my stomach deepens as I recall the dangers that come with being in the hands of rogues. It's not uncommon for them to use kidnapped pack members as bargaining chips, demanding ransom or making other demands that often lead to dire consequences if no