Nabila paced the small, dimly lit room, her heart pounding in her chest, Nabila paced the small room, her eyes darting to the door and then to Royce. The room was silent, the only sound was the soft ticking of a clock. She knew they had to act fast, but the fear was paralyzing. The window, once a potential escape route, was now a deadly trap. Maquand had ensured that every inch of the room was tainted with the poisonous wolfsbane.
"We have to find another way out," Nabila whispered, her voice barely audible.
Royce, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, forced herself to sit up. "There's no other way, Nabila. We're trapped." Royce, sensing her fear, spoke softly. "You don't have to do this, Nabila. I get how frightening this can be for you…you’re practically denouncing your pack ways. Get somew
