Third Person P.O.V.
Bella's hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles pale from the pressure. The early morning mist clung to the windshield, softening the forest-lined road ahead, but nothing could soften the knot in her stomach. Her heart pounded, every beat syncing with the rising panic coiling in her chest. The silence in the car was deafening until Aurora's voice broke through.
"Breathe, Bella," the voice of her wolf murmured softly in her head. "You must breathe."
Bella exhaled, shaky, her eyes darting to the GPS marker on her dashboard. The coordinates she had received ten minutes ago now pointed to a location she knew too well. The forest cabin. The same place Mason had once been kept hidden. Her blood ran cold.
"It’s the same place," she whispered aloud. Her voice tremble
