"Where am I?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the eerie rustle of shadows that slithered across the ground like living serpents.
The air was thick, suffocating with a heavy, oppressive energy that clung to my skin. I blinked against the inky blackness, but it was impossible to see beyond a few feet. Tendrils of mist curled around my ankles, cold and unyielding, as though they sought to anchor me to this forsaken place.
"You shouldn't be here, little wolf."
I spun around at the sound of a familiar voice—smooth, venomous, and all too recognizable. My breath caught in my throat as a figure emerged from the darkness. My father.
He was dressed in the ceremonial robes of the Silverclaw Beta, but his eyes glowed with an unnatural crimson light. His smile was twisted, a grotesque pa
