I was walking down the packhouse steps when Jack passed me in silence, his mother restrained by the warriors. Her mate rushed to intervene, but Jack ignored him. Elias tried to reach Nora, but Jack punched him, warning not to interfere or face the same fate.
They guided Nora into a makeshift tent near the packhouse, muffled sounds from inside echoing through the fabric walls. The tent, recently added to the compound, showed signs of past interrogations. Dim light filtered through, casting ominous shadows that hinted at the heavy conversations held within.
Nora's piercing scream shattered the night's stillness, echoing like a warning bell. Elias instinctively lunged toward the tent entrance, eyes wide with concern. I quickly blocked his path, heart racing, desperate to assess the situatio
