Ruby
Manson’s words hung in the air like a blade pressed against my throat.
"I’m going to find them."
He was serious. Deadly serious.
And something in the way he said it terrified me.
Because I knew that look in his eyes.
I had seen it before on warriors who had nothing left to lose.
Manson wasn’t just planning to find whoever had created those creatures.
He was going to hunt them down.
And he wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left of them.
I crossed my arms, trying to mask the unease rising in my chest.
"What do you mean by ‘created’?" I asked, my voice firmer than I felt.
Manson exhaled through his nose, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.
"It means someone is experimenting on wolves," he said. "Someone who knows how to manipulate our kind’s abilities. Strengthening rogu
