As Hannah turned to leave, the world around her suddenly spun. The sharp, unmistakable smell of wolfsbane hit her senses, and within moments, her legs gave out beneath her. Panic gripped her as her body weakened, collapsing to the ground before she could call out or defend herself. Her vision blurred, but she could still make out the shapes of three figures approaching swiftly.
They were Betas—strong, ruthless, and determined. She tried to muster the strength to fight, to shift, but the wolfsbane had already taken its toll, rendering her powerless. Before she could react further, two of the Betas grabbed her arms and lifted her off the ground, while the third moved to cover their tracks.
Hannah’s mind raced, fear creeping into every corner of her thoughts. Where were they taking her? A
