Laura’s POV
The house was warm—at least—and cozy. I didn’t even know a place like that existed in this land. It felt like he had exiled himself, living in a secluded corner of the world. The air reeked of burnt offerings, like a sacrificial home. He must have been practicing a lot with his powers.
His rogues tied me to a wooden chair, binding both my hands and legs. I didn’t resist—to their surprise. When they were done, they walked out and locked the door behind them. I could hear their murmurs as they left, scoffing at how weak I was, how I had disappointed them.
They must have expected a fierce, strong werewolf. But instead, they found me crying under the rain—offering no resistance.
“Good day, friend. I hope you got my message,” a deep, unfamiliar voice said, followed by a figure e
