Chapter 165. Showtime

Savannah’s POV

You know that feeling you get when you can sense something bad is about to happen? You can’t say what, but you can feel it…?

The dungeon is cloaked in shadows as the sun dips below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the cold, stone walls. An unsettling stillness hangs in the air, as if the very atmosphere recoils from the impending malevolence. I can sense it, feel it—a darkness coalescing, wrapping its tendrils around the dungeon.

It’s sundown… The time is coming…

My heart starts beating faster and I feel a pit forming in my stomach. But despite all this, my wolf, however, seems oddly serene. It’s as if a whisper of assurance ripples through my senses, a subtle reassurance that the ones I hold dear are near.

Stay strong, my sweet girl…

Princess, we’re coming for you…

Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine.

Maybe I’m starting to hallucinate things, but it’s like I can hear Logan and Harlan in my ears. But ev