OLIVIA’S POVThe first thing I noticed was the cold.Not the kind that creeps under your skin from winter air, but the kind that coils around you, damp and stale, like a dungeon with no warmth, no light, and no mercy.I stirred, my limbs heavy and sluggish, as if someone had poured lead into my veins. My wrists ached—restrained. Shackles. Not silver, thankfully, but tight enough to limit movement. I blinked into the dim light filtering through narrow windows high up in the stone walls.Definitely not the Blackwood Pack.The scent was different—foreign. Masculine and earthy, but mixed with something sharp and unnatural. Chemical.I could feel it. This was pack territory. Not rogue. Structured. Guarded. Controlled.And that’s when it hit me.Alpha Dorian.He was the only one left who had a motive. He was the only one crazy enough to support Evelyn. And now, it seemed, he was the one who had me.I shifted slightly, testing the binds. My wolf stirred inside me, weak but present. The silve
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