Sofia’s POV
The GPS guided me to an industrial area on the edge of town, where everything looked rough—concrete, chain-link fences, and old buildings that definitely seemed to have seen better days. I had pieced together from Calla’s vague hints that I should find the Iron Fang clubhouse here.
Instead, I came across yellow police tape and an empty parking lot.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled as I pulled up to the barricade blocking the entrance.
The building beyond looked deserted—dark windows, locked doors, giving off a vibe that screamed “crime scene.” Notices posted on the entrance warned that trespassers would be prosecuted.
I sat in my car for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. The sensible choice would be to turn around, head home, and let the authorities handl
