From the moment those huge hands gripped my arms, I knew I was in trouble. I had tried to fight them, but they were too strong. My wrists had burned under their iron grip, they dragged me outside approaching a black van, and before I could even think to bite or kick, a sharp sting pierced my skin. A needle.
Drugs.
Panic clawed up my chest, my body bracing for the weakness I knew would follow. My breath came in rough bursts as the thick, metallic tang of the injection filled my senses. But then… nothing. My vision didn’t blur. My limbs didn’t weaken. My wolf didn’t go silent. There was nothing.
Instead, I felt sharper. Clearer.
They dragged me forward, shoving me into the van. The doors slammed shut with an echo, sealing me in darkness. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the m
